..., along with a phone number, he headed down to her private room. It was eerily lonely within the room, the only sounds the steady bleep of the heart monitor and the whooshing of the ventilator. Tristan quietly closed the door behind him before turning back to really drink in the situation and Thai's condition. Tubes and wires were attached all over her chest and arms, a breathing mask covered her...
..., who paused just before they went through. He turned to her and lowered his voice, "We've got him hooked up to a lot of machines. Try not to be too alarmed. We're keeping him sedated and on a ventilator to help him breathe while his punctured lung heals and he regains his strength." "I will just be glad to see that he is still alive." "Ach, I know what you mean. He lost a lot of blood and he's ...
OK, weird. So when I spoke to my parents on Saturday, I was told that Ray's mom was coming off her ventilator, and that would be the end of it, since she couldn't breathe on her own. When I called Sunday to check up on them, they said that she actually did start breathing on her own again, and even regained consciousness for a bit. She's not out of the woods yet, but apparently she's a lot ...
My stepdad's mom had to be taken off her ventilator today. She'd been battling doublepneumonia, and her windpipe collapsed. I never met her, and I'm sorry about that, because she seemed really cool. Well into her nineties, she exercised every day, smoked like a chimney, and could match wits with anyone over anything. What a gift, to be lucid and active for so long. At least she didn't suffer. ...
... my system, another pneumonia, and my chest xray did not seem to improve too much. The secondary pneumonia is common with patients receiving Bendamustine. Anyway, the pulmonologist strongly urged I be put on a ventilator. I refused. I did improve enough to be moved to step-down, and after a few days in step-down I was transported to HUMC. I was at HUMC for a few days and improved dramatically...
..., the sweet premise of a hospital bed and a literary masterpiecebehind his eyelids.
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"is this all you wrote kid?" asks the paramedic as they drive to the
hospital, ryan on a ventilator, violent purple and yellow bruises
forming on his collarbone.
he nods slightly.
"not your best work" says the paramedic and puts the words back into ryan's pocket.
---
the next ...
...back again. He was stable but still in critical condition and breathing with the help of a ventilator. A bullet had pierced his lung, another had perforated his stomach, a third had come dangerously... last moment alone. He brushed his fingers over Chris’ cheek, avoiding the tape holding the ventilator in place. Over nose and across forehead, fingers sliding up to brush through the corn silk ...
..., but internalizing experience? That comes later. A very sick person, sick with H1N1, sick with the cascade of infections that seem to come with a several-week-long ICU stay. A fresh trach and sudden ventilator alarms, a quick and systematic troubleshooting of the problem, diagnosis of a leak -- a cuff leak -- the cuff in my fresh new tube is blown and I can no longer make this person breathe. ...
... at her and sighs heavily as he plucks the half smoked cigar from the ashtray. "At ease, Mac." She drops her formality and smiles as the colonel blows a plume of smoke up towards the rooms ventilator. "You'll have the Director in here soon enough reminding you of ordanances in government facilities." "No, Mac, I won't. I've got an inhibitor in place, making anyone who smells cigar smoke think ...
