After resting for most of the morning, we went back to the hospital to check on The King.
He was in good spirits and remembered very little of the previous day. He was complaining of a headache and kept mentioning that he felt a lot of pressure in his head.
I assumed that was, you know, a consequence of brain surgery. But we did tell his nurse.
We spent time watching NCIS.
Speaking of NCIS...The night of surgery, Jason was in The King's room watching NCIS and he noticed The King was crying a little. He asked The King if he was ok and The King said, "I remember laying here last night wondering if I'd ever see a television again."
When Jason first shared that with me, I was confused just a tiny bit. THE TV GOT TEARS OF THANKSGIVING AND THE QUEEN DID NOT...?
But then I sort of got it (aka Jason told me to get over myself and may or may not have explained all this to me). The King had been in a hospital bed (at that point) for 12 days. At night, when everyone had gone and he was all alone, he had so many thoughts in his mind. A lot of "...will I ever get to (insert activity) again?" The TV was just kind of a representation of all of those thoughts.
It was in this same conversation that Jason shared something else with me. Remember how The King and I had that horrible conversation about all that I was to do if he didn't survive the surgery? Well. He had that same conversation with Jason. He gave all the info to Jason in writing because he knew that I'd be wondering if I remembered it all.
The King also wrote an email to me and one to The Princess. Jason was supposed to give them to us if the surgery didn't go as planned. He gave them to me during this "discussion". Jason wanted me to understand all that The King had been thinking as he prepared for surgery. (The King had given him the ok to show me.) Mine was precious and The Princess' was heartbreaking and beautiful. I haven't shown it to her yet. I want her to receive it when she can really grasp the depth of what was shared.
I am just so incredibly humbled and grateful to be able to share it with her while her dad is alive and healthy.
Back to the saga...
The King's nurse came in during the afternoon and said he would be moved to a regular room.
I kind of panicked. He had his skull cracked the day before and we're sending him to a regular room!?!
Let's just say that we went from 24/7 care to the equivalent of a nursing home in a third world country.
He arrived in the new room with an entourage of his mom and sister, the Carneys, The Princess and me. The room was really warm and he was still feeling the headache.
He asked if we could adjust the air. We had the thermostat on 57. His faced was really flushed and he was uncomfortable. We called the nurse and told her how hot he was feeling.
She took his temperature and said, "He's fine".
I could tell he was hurting much more than he was letting on.
We called the nurse back in and asked if she could help us get the room cooler...maybe find a fan or something.
She pretty much blew us off.
The King grabbed his cell phone and called Dr. Krisht's nurse. He told her he was uncomfortable and hot and needed to get the room cool.
She was there in 10 minutes. The fan arrived 5 minutes after that.
She went out of the room and spoke with the floor nurse.
When she returned to The King's room, she said, "I know why you are hurting. We just got the results from this morning's MRI and you have an air bubble in your head..."
The room began spinning for me. I really didn't think I could take more drama.
"...In order to get the air out, you will be on 100% oxygen for 12 hours while laying flat in the bed."
I asked her if this was a normal. She said, "While it's unusual, it's not abnormal."
She got him a massive oxygen mask thing and said she'd be back the next day.
After she left, the floor nurse returned and looked at me and said, "Did you tell her I hadn't been in here and hadn't done my job?"
At this point, it was just the Carneys and The Princess and me in the room. I was completely shocked and appalled that she would come in and ask me that question.
I told her that we'd asked her to help us get the room comfortable for the patient and that it had seemed to be a problem.
She was very rude and said something else that was hateful and left the room.
The air bubble was almost more than I could handle and the nurse attack nearly pushed me over the edge.
I stepped out into the hall to speak with the nurse. I asked her if her husband had ever had brain surgery. I explained he'd had his skull opened 24 hours ago and that I didn't know what was normal or abnormal. I told her that I was sorry if she took our request to Dr. K's nurse personally, but my husband's health and comfort was my priority.
We had spent 13 days in various ICUs, and I didn't realize how much I'd come to rely on the 24/7 care that provided. It gave me such confidence...knowing that he was always being monitored.
I went back into The King's room and saw him lying flat with the oxygen mask.
It was too much.
I began to lose it and left the room.
To be continued...