I want to blame someone, anyone.
The Chaperone for not paying enough attention, the Fellow for not giving enough sedation meds, myself for not being diligent enough. But in the end, I know it was an accident. One minute David was intubated, the next, not so much.
At 9:30 this morning, David’s breathing tube slid right out of his airway. The nurse was on one side of him, I was on the other. He started to wiggle because he wasn’t sedate enough and then he was crying, gasping for a breathe.
After 3 hours of sleep, I was not prepared for this.
Not. Prepared. At. ALL.
Our days have become a slap-stick comedy of misfortune. A Three Stooges short gone horribly wrong. I’m willing to take a frying pan to the head if we could just get to a better place. Just a little bit better? Please?? I’m not greedy.
So, Capt Snuggles is extubated. The sedation meds have to be stopped. The decision is whether to re-intubate or leave him on the high flow nasal cannula. The decision is shadowed by his extreme pain involvement. And the fact that he needs his wounds re-dressed, which will inevitably cause him more pain.
They tried. They tried to dress his wounds without heavy sedation. If I could scratch my eyes out to eliminate the image of his pain, I would. I have no words ( at least none I want to share with you, dear reader..) for the events of today.
Suffice to say, at the end of the day, dear Capt. Snuggles is intubated. Heavily sedated and wrapped from stem to stern with thick, soft bandages.
If only life was as simple as a pie in the face.