Matthew received a survey today in the mail from the hospital. Given the context, the questions are hilarious.
Q: Was your admission unexpected?
Well, yes.
Q: Did you have a roommate?
Quite a few!
Q: Were you placed on a special or restricted diet during your stay?
You might say that. And he's still on it!
Then he gets to rate the pleasantness of the room decor, how well the nurses kept him informed, the courtesy of the person who took his blood, and so on. (You'd think they'd have some screening process for age of the patient, and address it to the parent instead!)
James is up to 10 ml/hour of food, two-thirds of the way to their goal. However, his nurse thought he wasn't feeling as well today, and he was fussing and acting like he was pushing. The nurse practitioner (nurse practitiones are the "super nurses" who have extra training and loads of experience) looked at him and thinks he probably just needs to poop, so hopefully he'll be able to move things through sometime soon. (We've been saying that for the past couple days!) But his belly is still fine and he's not throwing up, so that's good -- they're going to keep feeding him but not increase the amount yet.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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