Juggling continues.

It is 4 am and Ken is doing a little better. He has 2 male nurses tonight and 1 is a new ICU nurse that seems to know quite a bit about the juggling act that needs to happen. They call it a balance. So now Ken's heart rate is in the high 90's, his blood pressure is better and his oxidization level is 99%. He is resting comfortably again. How did they get him like that? They first, upped his sedation so that he is more asleep than before. He was getting so agitated every time they touched him and it was taking him 45 minutes to recover, so that should help. They are giving him blood pressure meds, just 1 unit. John, his nurse, says that often times they give 20 units, so he is getting just a "whif". They upped his pressure on the respirator, so now they can turn down the oxygen going in from 85% last evening to the 50% now. That is much better for Ken. John said they were concerned about the higher pressure on the machine, but that it was more important at this point to get Ken's vitals stable so that he can get some more rest. They said he looks better this morning. Wish I could see him.
Unfortunately, all this will change. As Ken changes, so must the machines. And since Ken can't tell them anything about pain and such, they must balance the machines and meds to match Ken's needs. So they up his pain meds or lower his fluids or up his antibiotics or give him more steroids. It's all a balance as the pain meds wear off or his fever changes. Though I don't think he has had a fever in 24 hours. I forgot to ask about that.
So I wonder what Ken will think when he reads all this one day. At least he shouldn't remember the experience. Hopefully, he isn't remembering much.
We need to pray that the infiltration in his lungs disappears and goes away. So that he can start breathing on his own again. Poor guy. I feel so helpless.
I got some sleep. I slept from 9:30 till 3:30. And for those that know me, 6 hours straight is good for me. I am going back to bed. But I am going to call my doctor at 7 to see if he can give me any relief, or miracle drug to help me get over this cold. I need to be at the hospital at least by Friday. I hate that I'm not there, but at least he has a nurse with him all the time. They might move him on Friday to the new ICU unit. Over there, they won't have to stay with him every moment since they can monitor the machines from the desk. I don't want him to be alone, so hopefully, I can get a miracle cure and be able to stay with Ken again. At least during the days. I miss Ken. He just has to get better.