Today was a bad day for me. I agreed to take mom up to the hospital for her Angioplasty. It was NOT my brightest day. She was supposed to be there by two, so I left here at one. It's about fifteen minutes from here to her house, but I wanted to make sure I was there early enough that if we hit traffic, it wouldn't make us late. I sat and talked with her for a while, then we left for the hospital around one thirty. We were early (of course, lol) but better early than late, right?!? We go in and they put me in the waiting room and take her back right away. She got a lot of questions to answer. They took her full medical history and everything. (She's had ten surgeries in the last ten years, so that took them a while.) I went up and asked them if we could change the channel (I was thinking ESPN for football, lol). She said she could, but she was actually about ready to take me back. So we go back, and she's not even in her gown yet. So the nurse comes back in and says, "Come on back out to the lobby, and you can watch ESPN," and I was all about that, so we went back out to the lobby. Jim showed up, my bil, and asked me where Cathy was. When I told him she wasn't there yet, he went to wait for her. (I don't think he likes me.)
They came and got Jim and I and took us back a while later. She was all gowned and ready. I really wasn't thinking about it when I sat down, but there were two chairs grouped together, and one alone. I sat in one of the two and put my bags on the other (I try and sit on two chairs, so I have room for all my stitchy stuff). Jim sat in the one, and we were talking to mom (nothing big) when his phone rang. Cathy was lost, so he went out to find her. I moved into the one chair (had my scissors on one arm, my highlighter on the other, and my floss on top of my purse which was on the floor) so they could have the two together. The doc came in and met me and told mom he had just finished the procedure before the procedure before hers. He had one more to go (and we were already past the time of her procedure to start). Jim and Cathy got back and we all sort of desultorily talked about nothing, waiting. Finally they came and got her. They took her back and the real waiting began. We got several updates, and one of them had me cracking up. The nurse who was in the room doing mom's medical history came in, and she looked at me and said, "You're the daughter who likes football," and I started cracking up. Apparently, after I left to go watch ESPN, mom told the nurse how I only turn my cable on during football season. She thought this was hilarious, and told me so. She told us about the stents, and Cathy immediately made plans to stay the night. I told her straight up that mom didn't want anyone staying the night, but she insisted she wanted to stay the night. I pointed out that it would make mom feel bad, and she didn't care. I guess whatever makes her feel better is more important to her. They got her off the table around six thirty. The doc came to tell us the deposits were very calcified and they had to put in three stents. They said they had to get her off the table, and get her under some blankets as she was cold. We waited and waited and waited, and then the doc came back and said she was complaining of chest pain and they were gonna put her back on the table and check it out. They found a clot. It's extremely rare that the insertion of a stent causes a clot. (It would happen to my mom. She just has that kind of luck, lol.) So they ballooned it, and got rid of the clot.
The doc came and talked to us again to tell us what had happened, and I said thanks for staying when he did. My sister and brother in law both made fun of me for my common courtesy. After all, he could have been a dick and sent her up to her room anyways. He left, and at about nine, they took her back off the table. The put a bunch of blankets on her, and started warming her up. They put her on Oxygen. She started puking. (Cathy came back and was freaking out about it. I pointed out that mom always vomits after she's given any type of anesthesia, or sedative. She said, "I know that. I've been at every surgery." I was a little bit ticked because she wasn't at the one where mom threw up on me. But I didn't say that. I said, "Then don't stress about it. It's normal for her and she'll be fine after she's done." That got me, "Don't start this with me," and when I opened my mouth to say start what, she got really snotty. "Just be quiet!!" Since I'm extremely stressed over this whole thing, it's hard for me to stay in control. But I do it. I keep my mouth shut, because I don't feel like screaming at my sister right now. I WILL address it with her later.)
So then they come and get us. I had packed up mom's clothes and stuff. She brought a change of underclothes (since she hardly wore her clothes the day before, and would be in a hospital gown from one on if she had to stay the night, then she felt she only needed new underclothes). They gave the bag to Jim, he gave it to Cathy, and she put it on the sink and left it there. (And y'all know how I feel about seeing other people's knickers, lol. But I packed them up cause I do love my mom, and she needed her knickers!!!) So they take us around the corner and through the hall. They opened up the waiting room doors, and send us into the waiting room. By this time, I'm ticked off at my sister and her hubby for being so snotty to me. (It was an all day thing. Like Cathy is the only one under stress, ya know?) So I basically ignored them. Two minutes after we get up to the waiting room, they're both gone and the call goes out. Code blue in CVU room six. I'm sitting there, stunned and numb, and praying. I just KNEW that mom was in room six. A few minutes later, they canceled it. That made me feel better. Cathy and Jim came back, and Cathy called in on the intercom to see why we hadn't been called back yet. (She didn't ask me if they had tried or anything. I would have waited for her though.) They said another fifteen minutes. Finally, they came and got us at ten thirty. Of course, she was in room six. I knew it!! She was in Ventricular Fibrillation, so they shocked her back to normal rhythm. When we got back, she was so out of it. She asked my sister if she got the sandpaper for the kitchen sink, and Cathy said yes. I was wondering about that, when she turned around, looked at Jim and said, WTF??? She rambled when I talked to her too. Something about calling Aunt Joan about it, and then Aunt Joan called back and someone came to pick it up on Friday or Saturday, she thought. I was like okay, I'm sure you're right. Kissed her and said I love you, and I was gonna head home. At this point, I've been up since seven AM, and I'm stressed and ticked off. I said goodbye to Cathy and Jim, and headed for the car. It was easy to find, thank God, or I would have stood there, blinking, going where did I park, lol. Got in, had a good cry, and drove home. Then I got on the phone and shouted at Julie while scraping Randi off the ceiling on messenger. So if all of you would please say a prayer for mom and Randi, I would appreciate it. Hopefully, it will help. Thanks for all of you listening to my rant. I greatly appreciate it, and all the comments you leave. I'm thankful for all my followers today. Thank you all for being interested!!! I hope you're all having a good day today!