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ICU Days 1



Our ICU days lasted for about three and half weeks.   During the first week, we grossly underestimated duration of recovery for neuro patients like our father.   The timeline we had in mind was something like, he would open his eyes and talk to us in couple of weeks.  With that he might guide us on the next steps and we would be on our way home gunning towards complete recovery maybe in two to three months. 

Gradually it sunk in that our father was literally fighting for his life in the ICU for the first two weeks.  Due to the severe aspiration in his lungs, they were badly affected and pretty weak.   There was also midline shift his brain to right by 0.8 cm.

His haemorrhage was in the left fronto temporal region of the brain and there was well defined wedge shaped hypodense area in his left occipital parietal region.  Ill defined, but there was also hypodense area with airpockets in his left periventricular region.

All this meant he was not on our prognosis path. 

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