Ohio

I was in that hospital for a couple more weeks. They downsized my trach, and the first night my parents left, the trach became dislodged and the doctors decided to take it out. While they made the decision, I breathed like I was hyperventilating, although apparently my oxygen was fine. Once the trach was out, I went to the medical ICU for a night, and I was on normal hospital oxygen. The one girl—I think she might have been a trainee—was wonderful and tried to calm me down. However, they discovered I didn’t need that and I went of everything the day after, and I cold breathe so much better. At one point, my catheter became dislodged and I was in terrible pain for a couple of days—because I couldn’t peak, they couldn’t figure out what was wrong—not that I had a clue either. I was still totally paralyzed although I could slightly move my right fingers and toes and was starting to attempt to speak the last week. Then there was a bunch of hastle about rehab; they kept vacillating between accepting me and not accepting me. I remember at least four rooms in different parts of the hospital.