Waiting game...

Now we just wait. Wait to see the results of his 2nd MRI. Wait to see if they can clamp off the cerebral fluid drain. Wait to see if his body can regulate its sodium level. Wait to see if his sinus cavity (or wherever the heck the went in) is sealed off (basically so he doesn't have brain fluid coming out his nose, YUMMY). Wait to see if he can dodge an infection. Wait to see if his eyes will get better. Wait. Wait. Wait. I am so tired of waiting. Can't this all just be over yet? Can't I take him home yet?
He is doing well, though. He is beginning to get frustrated and tired, but his body seems to be doing what it should be doing. His sodium level is still lingering just above the line, so far so good. They will clamp his spinal drain tomorrow at some point, take out the packing from his nose, and check how the incision and tear are healing. If it looks good, and it looks like there is little chance of a leak, they will remove the drain, and he can move out of the ICU. We are really hoping that will be the case. Because with the drain in he cannot sit up more than 30 degrees, he can't get out of the bed, or roll from side to side at all. He is uncomfortable, and like I said before, frustrated. And I just sit here wishing I could do something and feeling completely helpless. I can't even occupy my time by cleaning up his room, because every cup and every thing he eats has to be saved and left on his table for the nurses to measure. Uuuurrgggh. I am frustrated too. So where does that leave us? Waiting.
Let's just hope that this waiting game will soon end and this whole surreal and frightening ordeal will be behind us!