Dale and I got lost again today. That seems to be the theme for this period of our lives.
Steven has been moved into a regular room on the seventh floor. He is receiving nutrition, for the moment, through a tube in his nose. He will have another swallow test on Monday. If he passes that swallow test, we will all celebrate! If he fails that swallow test, a more permanent feed tube will be placed through a small incision in his abdomen into his stomach.
I am heading home tomorrow morning to celebrate a few moments with my girl and to tie up a few odds and ends at work in case I need to return to the NIH at the end of next week. Steven will be well looked after by the nurses and Dale.
Dale and I took advantage of a rare chance to eat lunch together today to sort of finalize some plans in all the changes for the coming week and to wind down a bit together from the hectic four days in the ICU. We ate in the nice cafeteria (B1), but there was a picture near the bad cafeteria (2nd floor) that I wanted to show Dale.
Unfortunately the elevators that lead from the B1 cafeteria leave you lost once you're on the second floor.
I uttered a sigh of frustration and said, "I cant believe we're lost again!"
A very sweet man turned around to help us, and he said, "Don't worry. In about ten years you'll know this place like the back of your hand."