I spent the entire day at the hospita. They took my dad down for his surgery at 11 am. In preparation for the surgery they'd stopped his feeding and medication the night before.
And then had him wait for 3 hours for one reason and another. So by the time they were ready to perform the surgery, he was completely worked up and anxious. And his heart was beating way too fast. They gave him IV heart medication to slow it down, but it didn't go back to normal fast enough. Since they don't perform non-emergency surgery on weekends, we have to wait till Monday.
They figure that the combination of dehydration from being off the feeding tube, the fact that they didn't give him heart medication this morning, and the anxiety of waiting all contributed.
When they told us this I was so frustrated I wanted to scream, but screaming at people who are trying to help him would be pointless and rude. And counterproductive.
I'm so glad I have a totally engrossing project tomorrow. At this point, all we can do is wait. And I fucking hate the just waiting.
the waiting is almost always the hardest, but I commend you for not losing it with the hospital staff...I'm not sure I'd be able to do it after what you've been through.ReplyDelete
We're all rooting for you (and your family)!
Thank you, Moosie! Please keep rooting for us! It helps so much!ReplyDelete
Oh Lisa, what crummy timing these doctors have! Stay busy... At least you know your dad will be stable in the hospital and this wait might help his body gain more strength. ((hugs))ReplyDelete
G&D - Thank you, and thanks for the hugs. Yes, it's crummy. But maybe he will gain strength.ReplyDelete