We're hoping Dad gets out of ICU today, or at least back to Intermediate ICU from regular again. This would also mean that he's done with dialysis. And that in turn would hopefully mean that the congestive heart failure is improved, or so I hope from the bottom of my soul.
As I've mentioned, the main difference between intermediate and regular ICU from our point of view is that visiting is quite restricted in the latter. As Anne's son (my nephew, Dad's grandson) James and his girlfriend Christina are now down to visit as well, we have even more people to fit in the two-at-a-time visiting window. So while we certainly want Dad to have intensive care as long as he needs it, we would be happy if he's moved today, both for better visiting opportunities and of course for the indication he's getting better again.
Yesterday afternoon's visit was a little sad, because Dad wanted to tell us something about James' visit, but couldn't get it out and eventually gave up. But by the evening, he was addressing me by name again, and was answering questions intelligently. He doesn't like it when we leave, and we're always sorry to go. Another reason to hope for Intermediate ICU.
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