12. Hungry!

21 July - Thursday


Blessed day! The tube is out!!! The ventilator machine has the best data ever on its screen - Patient non ventilé. Scott is awake and watching TV. I go in and kiss him on his face and hold my head against his. I can't stop beaming and telling him how happy I am to have him back. Tears are welling up in my eyes. Scott is telling me something with his weak voice muffled under his oxygen mask. He keeps on talking and I keep on nodding and smiling blissfully. 


Delightedly massaging his peeling heels, I babble nonstop, not paying attention to what he's saying (I read that the ICU delirium is normal for patients coming out of coma), but soon understanding that he says he is HUNGRY! All this time he's been asking for food! He begged. He demanded. He commanded to bring him something to eat! I catch a nurse and explain to her: "Mon mari a soif, il manger, eat! (I supplement with appropriate sign language.)


Nurse says, no, not yet, the throat needs to heal after the tube irritating it for so long. 


"It's ok, just give me food!" - Scott says.


She points at a bag of intravenous liquid white goo and says, that's your food for now, you can't eat, it's too soon.


He goes: "No, I don't want no bag, I am full of it, give me food!"


I come to the rescue and let the nurse go, taking Scott's fury on myself. He turns away from me. After staring at the nurse's counter with meds and stuff, he says:


"Just give me that candy!"


"What candy, Scottie?"


"That, all wrapped up. Just open it and give me some!"


I start searching the counter too, picking up some individually wrapped needles and bringing them to Scott to show him:


"That ain't candy, honey, all of this is medical stuff, there is no candy here."


He gets even more agitated. He tries to pull himself up and moves his legs and arms. I bring myself close to him and pulling his mask away from his face I hear this:


"Ulya, I'm not kidding, go get me food, or I'll do it myself."


So, basically, I got kicked out of his room to go buy food that he can't even eat yet. He gave me a glare, and I didn't dare to protest. I got my bag and went outside to call my Mom to share my joy with her. Thank you, oh, my Father in Heaven, for my husband is back and he is HUNGRY!!!