Day 7 and it was a Big Day

Grandma and mommy came to visit just as the nurse was about to take me off the ventilator. Within minutes I was on my own for breathing. I did great for about the first hour then I was getting too tired and about every 10 minutes or so I would just stop breathing and my heart would do the same and boy does that ring the alarm bells. After about 2 hours of setting off the alarms, the nurses and doctors were trying to decide if they were going to let me stay like this or give me a little help. The funny thing you see is called a CPAP, it goes in my nose and supplies a flow of air for me, but they have another one similar that will give me a break and breath a few times per minute to help me out. I think this is what they will try next, but if that doesn't work I will go back on the vent for a few more days. Whatever is best for me is what I heard my mommy tell them. I will tell you I am tired tonight. I have been poked, prodded, and stabbed all day. They tried the 4th spinal tap and I told them I was,n't going to cooperate and I didn't. The doctors will have to meet tomorrow with infectious disease people and see what their next plan will be. I am electing for the 21days of antibiotics rather than another stick in the back. They also took out that thing sticking in my belly button and jabbed me in the arm with a thing they called a pic line. So my day sucked, but at least all these tubes and wires are gone. I got even with the day nurse (who messed with me all day) she took my diaper off and I gave her a LOAD that just would not stop! HaHa HaHa!