I had a tube pumping moist, oxygen-rich air at the hole in my throat. On my right arm was an automatic blood pressure cuff that pumped up every hour. On my right index finger was a glowing pulse measurer. My left arm was connected to the IV machine. Around both shins were inflating-deflating cuffs to prevent blood clots. And all over my torso were connections to the EKG monitor. I felt like I was caught in a spider web. Moving the slightest bit required intricate choreography. Using the commode required technical assistance.
When I whined to Dr. Hu about the lack of mobility, he said, “I don’t think we need all this. Let me see what I can do.”
Now I’m completely disconnected. Just me, the tracheostomy, some warm socks and the stupid “robe.” I’m much happier. And less whiney.