My father has improved a lot of the last few days. He wanted to leave the rehab center today, but they said he would die if he left without oxygen, but I'm not so sure they're right about that. Dad is down to 3 liters a minute and saturating around 96% which means he may be able to be on room air either now or in a couple of days. He still has balance issues and he is not always 100% there mentally, but my brother is working on getting him discharged so that he can join my mother at Harmony assisted living in State College, PA. Today, I was well enough to shovel snow! I had to shovel a small path to my car and I had to shovel little lanes for each tire and get the snow off the car. I was able to do that and drive for an hour afterward. I still have an elevated resting heart rate and I often feel a bit of dizziness when I first get up. But my resting heart rate is returning to normal and I usually need to wait a minute or les...
My dad is still in the rehab center, but we are hoping that he will be transitioned to assisted living with my mother sometime in the next week. A few days ago, I visited my doctor. He said that I'm still a bit sick and that my lungs are still congested. My resting heart rate is higher than usual, about 70 beats per minute. Usually, it is in the upper 50s. That's a chart of my resting heart rate over the last year according to my iPhone. You can see it go up in November when I got the coronavirus.
I posted this on Reddit in response to "Martin Luther King, Jr. said, 'If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.' What are your life examples of this?." My son Tor was very ill with pulmonary vein stenosis, a narrowing of the veins between the lungs and heart. Between ages 4 and 9 he was hospitalized about 10 times often needing 10 liters per minute of oxygen or a CPAP. Back then, his diagnosis was "Idiopathic Pulmonary Hemosiderosis" which was usually fatal within 10 years of diagnosis. In the summer of 2009 when he was 9, he had been hospitalized for about a month and was taking 1 gram of prednisone a week (that's a lot anyone and he weighed 50 pounds). He was at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia fighting for his life. He had not been able to sit up in bed for about a month, he could not stand, he had a feeding tube going through his nose, and his sp...
Rehab is where it started! Get well both of you
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