Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Last night Char had his best night yet with his old man pulling the night shift. He fell asleep like normal around 2230 and instead of waking up grunting “Master the Tempest is Raging” at midnight he just kept sleeping. Dad likes the bigger 10 o’clock dose of neurontin. He finally stirred about 0130 and was wide awake for about an hour and started into a mini-storm and a touch of ativan later he was asleep for 3 more hours. Woke up from that blessed nap about 0530 and off he went straight into the “1812 Overture” w/ a big one that meds didn’t do much for so dad got desperate. It was snot extraction, cold towels, fans, chair, holding, and pillow, all of it and then O2 sats hit the crapper and oxygen was administered. I blame myself mostly for both its severity and duration because my previous booger patrol was sub par, marginal at best, and I missed one. After a second pass we successfully remove the earthworm like blockage and breathing eased and now he is asleep. A lesson was learned this morning. Boogs can’t be left alone, so mothers of the world when you child has his finger up to the second knuckle let them be. They might just be saving their own life.