Waiting in ICU

My husband is in the ICU. Intensive Care Unit for those of you lucky enough to never have needed it. If I sound a little blurry, I am. I know I slept last night, but I’m not in any way normal. My mind keeps jumping and yesterday I found myself stuttering when family and friends called for updates.

How do I know what’s happening? I listened to the doctors explain the procedure, why they are treating him with certain drugs—

Why don’t they understand I can’t hear them? I want my husband home and well, not in this busy place with machines beeping and honking and chirping. So many dedicated people concentrating on th e patient care. Blue scrubs seem to be the norm. I have to walk carefully between the complicated machines waiting in the corridor for the unexpected.

Two days and I’m hoping they moved him to the step-down unit today. They will if he’s better. Something I can understand.

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