Well ... she recognizes me, and found my presence calming.
Darn good thing, too, because she was trying to rip out her vent tube.
Had nearly succeeded before I got there.
And kept trying after my arrival. Even though her hands were in soft restraints, she kept trying to work the tube out of her throat using her tongue and teeth. And she got darn near close, according to the nurse. For a while they put an airway in her mouth to limit her ability to bite down, but then she spit that out too.
Her family are going to get her a whiteboard and some dry erase markers tomorrow.
She kept trying to talk to me, I suck at reading lips ... other than recognizing my name, I think she may have been saying "let me ..." which I assume ends with either "die" or "go," neither of which are an option at the moment. Funny thing about medicine ... as soon as you can express your desires in that regard, you automatically don't get them met.
I spent a couple of hours with her, talking, holding her hand, and reading a couple of chapters from a mystery I wasn't intending to read for a while yet, but when offered a choice between science fiction, an unfortunately bad paranormal romance, and a mystery, she chose mystery. So I'm reading Medicus by Ruth somebody or other ... (Downie) it's set in Ancient Rome, so it's potentially interesting. I'm not liking it better than the Falco mysteries, or the SPQR ones, but we'll see. Perhaps tomorrow she won't remember what I was reading and I can switch it up on her.
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