The fun hasn’t stopped yet 😒
Since Brady’s (ready?) pulmonary embolism (gag me) the other day, he’s started on a strong dose of an anticoagulant to help him hopefully NOT make any more clots. Which makes total sense.
But its also a total bummer when you live where you live, and winter dryness gets ya and you get a nosebleed.
So. This sucker bled for about 45 minutes. Brady figures he has about 2′ of cotton ribbon, soaked in lidocaine stuffed up his nose. Finally a hematologist had to come to his rescue. We are grateful and frustrated, both, equally.
Brady had the pleasure of sleeping with this packing on his face, waking up every hour with dry mouth. We talked at 7:00 and he told me he was very eager to get it all undone. The nurses asked him to wait for the doctors and residents to do their rounds so they’d be more prepared if it started bleeding again, but then the doctor on the ward decided Brady should keep the packing for 24 hours. Which is HARD, because Brady has a really full day today, and he has this whole mess plugging up his nose.
I feel for him. I know this is small potatoes in a lot of ways, but goodness, its just a frustrating thing to add to Brady’s growing list of things he doesn’t want to have to fuss with.
Yet, if you ask Brady, he’ll say the hardest part was not getting peanut butter on his bandages at breakfast.
This afternoon holds an important meeting for Brady, myself, and his entire rehab team. We will discuss progress, goals, and hypothetical future discharge dates.
Please keep him in your prayers. This is not easy, and it is not over. Not even close.