Yeah! We busted out of ICU today and moved into the Progressive Care Unit, Room 25. It's a nice room, maybe not all that different for Eric, but for Bob and I, there's a nice couch that pulls out into a bed we can both sleep on. There's a bathroom/shower right here in the room, no more trekking out of the waiting room, down the hall, and into the public restroom. No more Ronald McDonald house, either, that's for ICU parents only. The nursing care here won't be quite as intense, and there will hopefully be more emphasis on physical therapy/rehab/nutrition/ventilator weaning. We're feeling very hopeful and optimistic about this new phase of Eric's recovery.
One major disappointment . . . Eric wanted only one thing today. Lemonade. During morning rounds, Dr. Kennedy said yes, but occupational therapy had to do it with him. I guess there's some learning involved with swallowing with a trach. Anyway, OT never showed up. The lemonade sits on the window sill, waiting. Hopefully tomorrow.