I passed the baton to his sister, dismount the night, but I feel the need to update you on the path of (hopefully) recovery.
Meanwhile, I thank you all: only today I managed to read your "good luck" and your encouragement. But I did not need to read to him physically feel: every gesture of despair, disappointment, I felt pushed, embraced, supported by a world that will also be virtual, but it is impalpable. The support from so many strangers (strangers really 'famous', does not illustrate unknown) just pushes me to beat this post, he wants to be thanked and communication.
Maybe I can be somewhat 'chaotic in the description, but I am sure you for your understanding.
We all head in the oil spill in the seas of North America.
The same thing happened to Angela, my wife, an explosion, unexpected as violent, did overflow a vein by a small amount of liquid blood that has invaded the area of \u200b\u200bthe brain, shakes the whole industry.
Hospitalized in a coma in the department of neurosurgery, have managed to drain the liquid to be able to intervene to put a cap burst aneurysm.
The intervention took place on 1st of February, and subsequent checks have reported a positive result in the closure of the leak.
(Incidentally, on 1 February was our 41st wedding anniversary).
He had no damage to the limbs or other manifestations of paresis, but unfortunately were residual neurological diseases, which still make it difficult to recover in the brain.
Ten days later she was discharged (on this method of pre-established protocols resignation on account of return, just a bit 'of clarity, mine, allow me to be objective: to mention only the fact that, in agitated and confused state, it had been both hands tied to the bed rails to prevent her from tear drips, dressings, catheter and so was able to catch, and these ties have been removed only at the time of transfer of the ambulance on the stretcher that would responsible for conveying to other structure).
Wednesday, 9 in the afternoon, the unexpected announcement of the resignation the next day.
Finding a place to fix it in a few hours to spare, was a circle of hell: in part because no one answered the call in the afternoon, with offices closed in the aftermath postponed consideration of admission.
Thursday morning we found 10 in a nursing home physiatric who had a seat available, and there we took.
(Not to be mean, but for the time of discharge I promise a proper post, as the excellence of the surgical ward has been balanced behavior that I hesitation to define by the infamous Dr. (?) which then lay off my wife).
From day 10 we are in this building, which unfortunately is typically recommended for orthopedic physiotherapy, which were free of neurological specific assistance, both medical and pharmacological.
fact all the medicines I'm buying them directly to the pharmacy, a neurologist at the request of outside intervention that I made for an initial assessment of brain damage.
to this structural deficiency, however, I found support and a personal interest in the case, which are leading (small) improvements that are good for hope.
For assistance in 24 hours has been placed in a small room single, with the addition of a bed for us who are awake (for a fee, but it has solved the problem of male presence, mine, all women in small rooms, allowing me and sister take turns at the bedside, day after day ).
I started the paperwork for the transfer to a specific structure, but unfortunately it is very out of hand, however, the practice is going slowly (do not know why, but every time my thoughts turn to our rotten political class, so get a cold highways for hospitalization and treatment, denied to citizens who pay their taxes with the pass for these privileges).
This is the situation today.
order not to close in gloom, I'll tell you a small episode, a couple of days ago.
the evening, when he left the trench to his sister, Angela had greeted, giving her good night (I know, on similar occasions is taken for a ride, because we know that there will be a good night, but the hope is spontaneously that it is).
I had set in his eyes and seemed obvious two questions: "Who are you? What do you want?".
ignoring them, I placed my lips on my index finger, placing a kiss on her lips: she responded to my kiss.
I say no more, and for now shut.
Thanks and a hug to everyone from my blog you have entered the heart.
