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The Reality of Injury

I talked to my dad yesterday…and today was the first time he seemed very downtrodden since the accident. He’s been more cognizant of his pain and injuries, and has been having some insomnia. He was thankful that Taylor brought him a large stash of music and movies to keep him occupied and sane. He talked to me about some of the feelings he went through at the accident site, wondering if this was the end…if this was the way that Heavenly Father wanted to bring him home. He has been trying to process why this is his trial and how he’s going to grow from it. It broke my heart to have this conversation with him.

Thank you to all who have been praying for him. I had a large amount of people tell me that they fasted for him yesterday. I can’t believe that he’s already been in the hospital for over 3 weeks. The surgery on Thursday not only did a number on his spirits, but on his body as well. Three more units of blood products were infused yesterday because his hemoglobin level had dropped dramatically. His overall recovery will be held back while his leg recovers from this recent surgical trauma. And the fact that he still aspirates on the swallowing test, and isn’t able to eat or drink any of his favorite foods is terribly hard on him.

At this time, I think he’d best benefits from cards and letters of encouragement. He is enjoying short (10-15 minute) visits at the hospital from family and close friends. He is going to be at IMC for another week or so, then will be transferred to Aspen Ridge West, the new SNF rehab facility on 5300 S. and 700 W. Please continue to keep him in your prayers, especially for recovery on his right leg. If the nerve doesn’t regenerate, he will likely have very limited mobility for his right leg (in addition to a prosthetic leg on the left.) We have faith that he will be healed and eventually be able to live a “normal” life, but it’s the patience and enduring to the end that will be his test now.

Special Fast tomorrow and post-op update

David got out surgery on Thursday night around 9:30. The surgery went as well as can be expected. Unfortunately, they didn’t get the dosing of pain medication correct for almost two hours post-op. He was in miserable pain, the worst he’d felt since the actual accident. He is more awake and less groggy than when I left. Most of the psychosis has subsided. The next obstacle to overcome will be passing the swallow test, then they will put is leg into some sort of stump-shrinker to get it prepared for the prosthetic in a few weeks.

He has asked that all those who are willing and able to fast for him tomorrow on Fast Sunday. He appreciates the prayers and well wishes, but feels like he needs a special fast to help him gain strength and recover more quickly. The nerve in the top of his right foot was much more damaged than originally realized. Since the surgery, the physical therapy has been pretty tough because the nerve has not regenerated at all. There is a possibility that his nerve won’t heal, and he will have a “dropped foot.” This would require the use of a brace on his right foot, in addition to the prosthetic leg. We are praying for full mobility in his recovery, and your faith is requested.

Silly Picture of My Dad


Since I got back into Detroit, there haven’t been a lot of updates to post. I’ve notices a bunch of hits on my blog sitemeter that have only lasted a few seconds…Sorry to disappoint if I don’t post something on him everyday. It’s a good sign if there’s nothing to report…no news is good news! He’s a pic from him in the ICU a few minutes before they took the trach out. He was acting like a space man with the oxygen mask on his eyes.

From what I can tell, the ortho surgery on his knee has been postponed until Friday. He’s still having some difficulty swallowing, but he should be able to have food and drink within the next two days. He’s in good spirits, and happy to have visitors for short visits.

You need to adjust the flux capacitor…

My visits with David on Saturday were fairly short. I arrived in the morning when he was getting physical therapy. I helped the therapists sit him up and move him to the side of the bed. He’s getting much stronger moving himself up with the trapeze bar. He sat up for about 15 minutes while enjoying the view. It was a crystal-clear day outside, sunny and bright…so he loved the view. But then he started talking nonsense about what he saw out the window….and the patient monitor started beeping. He kept telling the nurse, “You need to adjust the flux capacitor.” He had coughed up part of his feeding tube, and he went in to have a procedure to fix the tube and have another swallow test.

Unfortunately, he aspirated on the swallow test, so he has to keep waiting to drink his root beer. When I came in the evening around 7:00, he was peacefully sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I left about 5 minutes later. He had a few visitors from the ward in the evening, but after about 10 minutes, he was lecturing my mom on visiting time limits. He said he likes visitors, but not for longer than a few minutes. From what I’ve noticed, he’s a bit more lucid in the mornings, and less agitated. I think as the week progresses, he’ll be requesting more visitors. He realized that there’s a phone book by his room phone, and he keeps threatening to call people. So if you get a random, raspy-voiced call from David…be prepared for some silly talk.

Outta the ICU!

Today David’s main issue has been his ICU psychosis/hallucinations. He has complained of ants crawling on his face and on the ceiling, sea creatures on the window, water dripping from the wall and tv, a cat in the corner of the room, and a baby’s head suspended out the window. He has upgraded to sucking on ice chips, which taste “more decadent than fine wine.” He explained to his sister that this was his third rollover car accident, even though it wasn’t. It’s a bit worrisome to see him only partially coherent. When Jim, his friend and home teacher came over, he said “There’s my neighbor that works at the U,” but then started off on talking nonsense again. His body is working through the remains of all the sedation he’s been on for the last two weeks.

Tomorrow morning the vascular surgeons will complete the “full amputation,” which will assess the damaged tissue still there, adjust the length of the bone, and close up the wound. Dr. Goodman was optimistic that the surgery would go well, and only minimal tissue would have to be taken out. But we had to listen to the list of risks, benefits, and alternatives before signing the consent. He had an evaluation with a psychiatrist, had his wounds redressed, reinstalled the feeding tube, and then was transferred up to the 11th floor. He’s in room 1116, and is able to have non-family visitors. He will be in surgery for most of the morning, and will probably be out of it for most of the day from the anesthesia. I would venture to guess that he can handle visitors by Sunday, but be prepared for a little psychosis.

Without a trach…

This morning I went to visit David for a few hours. He was in good spirits, but still complaining about being stuck in the hospital and wanting to sneak out. The trauma team was there on their rounds, removed his trach and bandaged the stoma. He’s able to talk a little more easily, but it’s pretty breathy and fragmented. The stoma (the hole from the trach) will heal on it’s own, without sutures, within a few days.

He’ll have the next surgery to revise the amputation tomorrow. Either tonight or tomorrow he’ll be moved out of the ICU and into a step-down unit. His first phone call was to his mom in Oregon. I put my cell phone on speaker phone and they had a short, but emotional talk. He keeps asking for phone books so he can call people when he’s bored. But after about two hours of visiting, he started drifting off for a nap. I’ll be back over this afternoon, and will report any updates as they come.

Getting Better All The Time


I could not believe the progress my dad has made since the last time I saw him. His body isn’t swollen and bloated, there are less tubes coming out of him, he is able to force-talk through the trach, and he’s done with the ventilator. Unfortunately, this morning he pulled out the NG feeding tube out of his nose, which is bad because he’s not getting nutrition or a route for medication in pill form. This afternoon they will be doing a swallow test, and if he does okay, he will be able to start eating and drinking. Tomorrow or Friday, he will have another surgery on his leg to make sure that the tissue is healthy and not infected, bloodflow is good, cut down the bone, and sew it up with plastics. After that surgery, he’ll have the trach removed. Next week he’ll have surgery on his other leg to repair the knee.

I met with the rehab case manager, who said the doctors have ordered no weight-bearing activity for 6 weeks. She said that acute rehab could be done through the hospital, where willing caregivers would be trained in proper caring and lift techniques. She said the better option would be up to 6 weeks in a rehab facility. He says he really wants to come home, would not be a viable possibility unless we had many, many willing caregivers to take shifts every two hours for 6 weeks. We’ll have to play it by ear and explain to him why we can’t take him home through the ICU psychosis….and how the tray table is not a wheelbarrow to take him home in.

According to Grandma Joyce’s email…

“David is stable, he still has some temperature but that is normal. He will go back to surgery in a couple of day & the surgeons will amputate a little above the knee to make sure they got all of the necrosis. He is still on a ventilator, but seems to breathing a little easier. And he still has a feeding tube. He’s on a lot of medication so he is still a little confused, but he is not in pain. As soon as he is not in critical condition, he will be moved either to another floor, or to rehab, wherever the family & his case manager & his nurse decide.”

I’m now moved into my Michigan apartment and I’m flying to SLC tonight. More details later!

Life or Limb?

Last night my dad was taken in for surgery, after signing a consent for possible amputation. When the surgeons went in, there was so much decay/necrosis and infection that they had absolutely no choice but to amputate. From what I understand, the amputation was right at the knee. In a few days they will have another surgery to cut down the bone and seal up the end of the stump as soon as it drains enough…and to make sure there’s not any more necrosis or infection.

Elder Dickson of the Quorum of the Seventy came to the Highland Ward today (“for Mary Watson”) and spoke. He then went to the hospital to visit David and give him a blessing. He’s talking a little bit now, but very labored with the trach. Dad asked Elder Dickson what he should do about consenting for amputation. He lifted up his coatsleeve, and revealed a partially amputated arm. He had bone cancer when he was 18 and required an amputation. He advised David to do what would save his life. What a perfect man to be counseling dad on this life-altering decision.

Rosie and I safely arrived back from California. It was so nice to see the sun shine and enjoy 65 degree weather. We spent time with family, helped out and enjoyed John and April’s reception, went to Heritage Ward, and went to the Upland Singles’ branch to hear Liz and Mary sing. We were able to also talk with Deanne and Gary Bluhm, and Gary spoke in church. Brett picked Rosie and I up from the church, grabbed some sabbath-breaking In-n-Out (since I’m sick of airport food right now!) and he drove us to LAX. The plane was delayed 2 hours, so we didn’t actually tumble back into bed in Michigan until after 3:00 am. Today we sign the rest of the lease paperwork for our apartment, and the movers will be here by noon. Tomorrow morning I’m heading back out to Utah to see my dad and help out where I’m needed.

Transferring to David’s own blog

I felt that it was more appropriate to have a separate blog to document David’s recovery and progress. I will continue to put the stories on this site, but the entries solely about David can be found at davidewatson.blogspot.com . Over the next few days, I will transfer the posts I have created so far to his blog. You are welcome to visit my site anytime, but I’m needing a little bit of non-sick-dad normalcy right now. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll roll your eyes.