Sorry I didn't get this updated like I said I would, but with the spotty internet at the hospital and some other issues, it didn't happen.

The procedure apparently went well, but Bill himself did not do well. The nurse had told me that they flushed much deeper into his lungs than last time so he would do a lot of coughing to get the saline out. He was not in the same "I feel good" mood as he was after the last one. The had him on an oxygen mask instead of the cannula because his sats kept dropping. He started complaining of shortness of breath so respiratory came in and did a breathing treatment and then had to put on a different mask so that he would be getting 100% oxygen. He was still very agitated and would only calm down when I was standing beside him telling him to calm himself. They got a different type cannula and put that on and that helped. The second mask they put on also had a bag attached. I don't know just what that was for.

At one point Dr. Williams who had done the procedure wanted to move him to the transplant ICU unit so that he could be monitored more closely, but there were no available beds, and none of the patients could safely be moved to the step-down unit, so he stayed where he was.

The dr. ordered a steroid shot IV and is IV site was leaking when it was flushed and they couldn't get another one started. I was texting with Mary-Rose at that time and she said to ask if it could be done as a shot, so I did and they said they would ask the dr., but he apparently wanted it done IV. So, a picc line was finally done. Of course I had to leave the room at that point because it's a sterile procedure. I told Mary I wish she was closer because, not only is she an RN, she is a picc line specialist. When I went back to the room it was over and he had gotten the shot and was much calmer. 

We kept the room dark and quiet and he finally fell asleep for a bit. His sats started staying in the mid 90s, although his oxygen flow was pretty high. But, he rested and I relaxed.

He finally ate a little dinner when they brought it. He had most of a slice of turkey breast and a couple of bites of dressing and a roll. The dressing was cornbread which of course is standard for the south, but not to his yankee taste buds. They also served collard greens which he also doesn't like. But, I'm just glad he ate what he did. He also had some orange sherbet and I gave him part of an oatmeal cookie I picked up in the cafeteria. I found out that the meal choices for dinner are just fast foods or left overs from lunch which looked horrible. You know how food gets when it's been kept under heat lamps for a long time. So, my meals weren't that great yesterday but I knew I would be too tired to fix something or pick something up when I got home.

I never did see the dr. before I left, but I just couldn't stay any longer and still be able to drive home. I got home just at dusk and got the animals fed and turned on the ballgame.

I noticed in his records that an IV antibiotic has been added to his medications, so something must have grown fast. I'll ask when I get there. I told him I would not be there early this morning, which is a good thing since it's already after 6 and I'm still on my first cup of coffee.

So, that's the latest update that I have. Hopefully the internet will work well enough at the hospital to update this once I see how he's doing this morning.