Mark went into respiratory failure today. He's in the ICU with a bipap machine on. It creates a vacuum seal over his face and creates differences in pressure levels that help him to breathe. His acid levels were extremely high when they found him unresponsive this morning just before nine o'clock.
Did my last post even mention that he was in the hospital? I think I skipped that part. I called an ambulance for him because his speech was slurred when he woke up, vomiting. He didn't have a stroke. Just the flu, they said, but he needs extra support at this point for something as "simple" as the flu, so they kept him overnight, but just in a regular room. I called about 8:35 this morning, and the nurse said, "Oh, yeah, he's doing fine. He had some vomiting in the night, but he's comfortable now and sleeping." So I went off to church. I was just finishing up a memory/sticker game of Noah's animals with my Sunday School kids when Jason appeared at the door of my classroom. The hospital, unable to reach me, had called him, but they wouldn't give him any more information than that he had taken a turn for the worse, that he was in the ICU, and that they wanted me to come in as soon as I could. Of course, I flew! But still it was nearly an hour before I could get there.
He is doing better and better. I am wary of being TOO confident. After all he was "just fine" at 8:35 and nearly dead by 9. But all the signs indicate that he is moving in the right direction. And he doesn't seem to have any brain damage, either, or at least nothing major, which is really rather amazing. Where we go from here, I don't know. The doc said that clearly he can't sleep with a breathing apparatus, ever, from here on out. And anything sedating (like narcotics or phenergan) are really risky. How we are going to treat the pain, I have no idea. But I'm trying not to look TOO far beyond the end of my nose tonight.
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