Ike Update

Well it’s been a while since I’ve written a missive from the floor of a PICU. Today’s comes from Swedish Hospital on Seattle’s First Hill. It’s our first stay here with Ike and so far it’s been pretty good and by good I mean we haven’t killed any of the nurses yet, although Sweetie looked pretty wrung out by the time I got here this yesterday morning.

We came in Thursday so that Ike could get his ankles and feet fixed as they’ve been getting more and more twisted as of late. We were thinking that if we were to ever want Ike to bare a little weight on them, we’d have to give him something to stand on other than the sides of his feet and ankles. The doctor says everything went well and when you look at the casts on his feet they seem nice and straight. He said he was able to move them into place without cutting or moving any bones and that should help with the healing time. We’re coming back next week so that they can put the hard casts on and he’ll wear those for the next six weeks.

For the first day we were the only patients in the unit. The nurses were easy to get along with and one of them lives very near the Trailer Park so we got to talk about our favorite subject, the city of Tacoma, Washington. The view from Ike’s window is a pretty nice one, looking east over First Hill towards Issaquah. Not as nice as the view of Mt. Rainier from the old windows at Mary Bridge in Tacoma, but since those no longer exist due to a bad remodel; they don’t really count anymore now do they? To keep going down this side track: worst hospital views award has to go to Children’s Hospital, hands down with nothing to look at out their windows at all but the SUV’s leaving .

We’re lookin to bust out of here some time today…never met a PICU that could hold us yet!

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