The roller coaster continues.
They spent yesterday warming him back up after icing him down to facilitate healing and give them time to come up with a game plan. I went to see him yesterday afternoon and his vitals were looking much better. Whereas on Sunday, his EKG was showing one or two regular heartbeats followed by six or seven weak ones (or a-fibs), yesterday he was showing eight or nine regular beats with one or two a-fibs, which, for him, is normal. Blood pressure was fine. He was still vented but the nurse said that he's actually breathing much on his own and the vent is just helping as opposed to breathing for him. She also mentioned that at one point he opened his eyes and she asked him to wiggle his toes which he promptly did. I left with some peace knowing that he wasn't in any pain and resting as comfortably as one can strapped to a bed with a tube in your lungs.
My brother just told me that he is now awake and responsive. He has no memory of getting to the new hospital but that's understandable and okay considering what he went through.
Sunday night I started praying the akathist to St. Panteleimon. This is probably the first time I've prayed an akathist that wasn't to our Lord, the Blessed Mother, or St. Alexis Toth (whom I consider my patron saint). Even though I can't discount the stubborness and mettle of my old man in his recent recovery (the joke now is that he's showing Baltimore that Ray Lewis is a wimp compared to a son of Pittsburgh), I also cannot discount the intercession of St. Panteleimon at this point. I was dangerously near despair on Sunday night and just had a sudden inspiration to crack open the Book of Akathists after my regular evening prayers.
In addition to my father's recovery, my sister, of whom I've posted about occasionally regarding her mental health and depression, has overcome some very strong and real barriers for her. She is still a nervous wreck and fidgeting constantly, but she is holding it together despite often being overwhelmed and can calmly say, "I need to take a walk," to clear her head whereas before she would just hold things in until she cracked. Much like how her initial struggles both exposed some cobwebs in our family and led to bringing us closer together, the good that God is helping us make out of this present difficulty is bringing us closer both individually and collectively to the Light of Christ.
Thank you all for your continued prayers on this ride.
St. Panteleimon, pray for us.
Most Holy Theotokos, save us!
Lord, have mercy on your servants!