ICU

I took the morning off work to go visit Mikel in the hospital. It was strange...she is hooked up to a lot of machines. She has a ventilator helping her breathe, and a feeding tube, IV medications, the works. She was actually awake (well, mostly) while I was there. It was hard watching her struggle to talk to us and tell us what she wanted. We understood most of it...she was thirsty, her nose itched...she would mouth words around the tubes and we would guess. When she was frustrated, her heart rate would go up and the machine would honk like a car horn. Then she clearly mouthed the word, "Phone." She was coming out of sedation and she was worried about her cell phone. I'm sure there were some text messages she hadn't read yet, and her boyfriend to talk to. We turned it on and put it in her hand and she just held it. I couldn't stay too long, but I got to talk to her, hold her hand, tell her I love her. She mouthed, "Love you," back to me.

I feel bad for her and scared, even though her lungs are getting better. There are still too many questions and concerns about the future. I feel glad that she has her mom up there with her, staying right by her side.

They had to take out some of her piercings, and she is going to be super-pissed when she becomes aware of it. I can't wait to hear her bitch about it, and complain about the hospital food. I think when she gets better I will make some cookies or muffins for her.