Our little man was a naughty boy last night. He once again wanted to show all the Dr's who said that his "Storms" would get better that this is Charlie's world and they just get to live in it. He started into one about midnight and it turned into a whopper that lasted until 0230. They gave him all the usuals but it was the IV ativan that finally did the trick. The Rn's and Residents thought Charlie was pretty cool because they had never seen a thalamic storm, only heard about them in class. He had an encore from 5 to 6 but not as bad and he mellowed on his own.
The Neuro-Trauma unit is a different world from the PICU but I think we'll like it. It's like moving from New York to DeBeque. The biggest thing is that it's quiet here and there is a window.
Huge thanks to Aimee, Fred and the crew of Café' Molise for the night out! Why have we not eaten there before? It was absolutely fantastic and Angel finally found bread pudding that is better than her mom's. You guys are great.
We also got over to see the Herculean effort going on at the new house. I can't wait to move in. If you haven't been to see all the hard/charitable work that has gone on there you need to make a trip. All of it is so much more impressive than this part-time carpenter could have ever done. Thanks to all of you.