Still praying DC!
Thank you, flowers!
Little update: Cliff texted me last nite, inviting me to "join us for the Ravens-Steelers game". Now....before anybody jumps on me let me explain why I didn't even respond to it.
Cliff's room is directly across the hall from the nurse's station. The room is probably 13 X 13. There's only enough room around the bed for 2 stiff back chairs and one for somebody to be able to sleep in...for a spouse or family member to get a little sleep. All the rest is computer screens, monitors, etc..
I called his brother Jason and said...."you know, it's about time somebody stand up to Cliff and not only tell him NO...but HELL NO! This isn't "Buffalo Wings and Beer".... a regional sports bar franchise. It's Suburban/Johns Hopkins shock-freaking trauma. Have some respect not only for the environment but also the sick people next door and down the hall."
Jason said, "Dad...I'd rather we be watching football with him rather than him in a casket...which by the Grace of God didn't happen!"
So...I dropped it.
This morning, I apologized to both of them for not coming and they both said almost word for word...."Dad, I/we had a tough evening last night and it's good you didn't come."
Evidently, he drifted off and woke up into a full-fledged panic attack. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably and his heart rate was 130+. The nurse said they had a helluva time bringing it down. Come to find out, one of his drips was not working.
Cliff is scheduled for his 1st follow up surgery tomorrow 8:30AM in an attempt to repair nerve and artery/vein damage. He's only got the main artery and has lost the two supporting ones we all have in our lower leg below the knee.
Also, they are getting prepared for the coming infections, which they told him this morning are guaranteed to surface.