So, they took him off of the ventilator. He is doing good physical health wise. Mental health, Now that's a different story.
The first time I saw him after the vent was out, he mouthed to me, "Get me the F*** out of here" Ok, at least I know he's getting better? He then proceeded to ask me, no beg me, for the scissors so he could cut off the restraints and the tubes. Sorry Jeff, I cannot help you out of here. They are not here to poison or hurt you but to help you.
Today he proceeded to point out the dead head wrapped in plastic wrap by the window. no Jeff, it's just a chair, I think you are cut off from watching CSI while still in the Icu. I told him I had to go and that I would be back for the next visit. He then tells me not to come back until I can bring him scissors. Whatever Jeff, I love you too, Don't worry, this is for your own good;)