Wednesday 8 September 2010
Better night
First news of the day, the night went well. The blood pressure support meds have been reduced from 3.0 to 0.5, a good thing. O2 is down to 75%. Even with the reduction in bp support they have managed to keep taking 60ml/HR fluid out of her systems. What's on the planning for today we'll find a little later. But it seems as though Kay has won back a little ground.
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That is great news! Here's to a positive day.
ReplyDeleteHang in there Kay - amazing child.
Hang in there Rob and Marion.
Massive virtual hugs!
Linda and Em xx
The night went well so the day started well. Let us believe that the day will remain that way!
ReplyDeleteFor Kay: Come on little girl, keep holding on!
To the both of you the same!
Kindly,
Viviane
Well done Kay. We are all behind you.
ReplyDeleteSharon x
Kay, keep fighting, you can do it!!!!
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Inge Fransen
It seems like Kay is monitored better than an airplane or a power plant! It's great to read that we're going in the right direction! Keep an eye on those numbers!
ReplyDeleteGood to receive more positive news, we hang on every blog. Mum & Dad.
ReplyDeleteHooray.... Hooray for Kay!!! Keep it up, little fighter!!!
ReplyDeleteHope it keeps going that way.
ReplyDeleteRaining today again in Brussels: feels like the town I know. Big four wheel drive cars, with 'CD' plates cutting you up, suicide vehicles coming from the right at full speed (inspite of the diamonds painted on the road), pedestrians cannot be bothered to look their impending doom straight in the face - stepping out under their umbrellas as if all the road madness around them really isn't happening.
Believe it or not I am relatively calm, not choosing to take part in this nonsense.
As parents (particularly of the motherly variety) fight over the nearest dropping point to school (and soon some of them begin to park on zebra crossings, infront of side roads, abandoning their cars in the middle of the road... "but officer, there was no other space left") I park the car a few hundred metres away on a side road and walk. The drizzle is quite comforting, and all three of us have coats and hoods. I get to hold their hands for a few more minutes and do stupid things like stopping suddenly, or pulling suddenly.
Then we arrive next to school and its like the d-day landings going on around us. Then all good manners as we enter the school gates: no-mans land, where a truce has been declared. The beautiful young mothers kiss each other on each cheek. I take my turn in the queue, but am not necessarily offered all the cheeks I would like. I still do not get the rules of this after all these years. Is it wrong to offer the shake of hands? (At least to the ugly ones?)
I get on better with the little friends of Charlotte and Sophie. They pull faces when they hear my "Allo Allo" accent - at first wondering what kind of clown is talking to them. Then I let them know. The conversation is about matching parachutes (they all have the same school satchel).
Charlotte and Sophie are not necssarily proud of their father - just bemused. His car only has power to 2 wheels and cannot so easily mount the pavement.
I turn, skip back to my car, and treat myself to jumping in a few puddles (there are no kids watching where I left the car).
In the car it's 'Blue Nile' and the Album 'High'. I am listening to the title track:
"Look at the morning people
Going to work and fading away
Look at the morning people
Going to work and fading away
Why don't we stop the traffic?
Why don't we stop the traffic?
Look at the morning people
Going to work each day
We could be high
We could be high
Yeah yeah yeah
We could be high
Yeah yeah
We could be high
Yeah yeah yeah"
We enjoy singing "We could be high!" as loud as possible. Sometimes so loud, I have to open the windows as it gets painful to the ears. I will have to stop this one before they reach adolescence or I will be accused of promoting easy living and casual drug taking.
Anyway, all this is fair sport as Charlotte has her first singing class this evening. I have big hopes for her. A kind of 9 year old female Belgian version of Paul Buchanan (lead singer of 'Blue Nile').
Love,
James