We received good news yesterday that Dad's low heart rate was likely an anomaly or error in interpretation. But, for every to there is a fro. Whether from the pain, his increasingly distended belly, or from bowels that are finally waking up, he vomited early in the day and ran a fever that spiked at 100. By nightfall, it had dropped to 99. The doctors are now concerned that the stowaway stone is "making him more sick" (to use completely generic terms). They'll monitor these new symptoms; if they worsen, they may have to expedite surgery plans for fear of conditions turning septic. By all accounts, he'll stay in the hospital until Tuesday when he'll have his second procedure to remove the stone. They hope to go through his mouth, inflate the duct and pluck the stone. If this fails, he'll have to endure yet another surgery.
Despite these new symptoms, he was able to walk without his walker for a brief time yesterday, so he's making progress. It's a shame he'll be swept back under come Tuesday. It reminds me of swimming and being aaaaalmost dry when we'd have to turn around and swim another event in freezing water. Clearly swimming and surgery are of equal weight. ;)
~E
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