Day 64 - The Tubes

When we arrived this morning we found Daniel in a new comfort position with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed. His awesome nurse K. (She's a Beauty) had him in his Gunslinger already and Daniel found a way to make himself comfortable - well at least as much as one could be with their arm up and out in this contraption. We need for him to be wearing this device for about 4 hours per day to help with the contractures forming in his arms and shoulders. (Mondo Bondage)

During rounds we learned that Daniel has been meeting his nutrition goals for the past 5 days so that means his feeding tube can finally come out. That's been in his nose since day one. It's the last tube to go on him - so there's the reason for the title to today's post.

Once Daniel was premedicated he (White Punks of Dope) was ready for a session of wound care complete with loads of stretching by two OTs that stretched his arms and shoulders way beyond what he can tolerate when he's at his baseline. I'm sure all he could think was (Don't Touch Me There)!

We're all set for his last (we hope) surgery tomorrow. Once he's healed up some he will be heading to rehab - we've not yet heard where that will be for sure. A decision will be made by next week then a plan will be developed to figure out how to transition. Daniel has difficulty with transitions sometimes, but maybe he's ready for a change now from his life on the burn ICU. I'd be a bit stir-crazy (Boy Crazy) by now that's for sure.

[Why The Tubes references? Well Dan got his feeding tube out at last! Back in the '70s I remember searching all over town with my mom trying to find a record my big bother really wanted. It was this one I think.  We had no clue how edgy and PUNK this album was or my mom would have never let him have it. I finally found it at the record store at a mall in Indiana or it might have been at Sears in their extremely way too hip "rock" section. Hope you were't too off-put by this post and all the kinky Tubes references...]