ok so it took a bit longer than i thought to update. i end up coming home from work and not wanting to think at all. stupid job.
2 saturday's ago my dad had a heart attack. as of that sunday, it was very mild, nothing scary. monday he went in for testing to make sure he was good to go home. turns out his arteries were 92% blocked. thats VERY VERY BAD. he goes in immediatly for quad-bypass surgery.
monday night i get a call from my stepsister about what is going on, and im left to decide whether or not to drive to pa. i know, its not really a 'choice' but from everything i kept getting told, he was fine, be out shortly, etc etc. i thought i would just go in for the weekend (had friday and monday off too).
tuesday morning things went bad, he had complications and i left work an hour after getting there to drive 5 hours to pa. after a seemingly endless ride, i got to pa too late to go to the fucking hospital anyway.
wednesday morning i finally get to go to the icu. words cannot describe how awful it was going in that room. i H A T E hospitals to begin with. but going into the icu and seeing him laying there, restrained (he was combative even when unconcious) and with more iv's and tubes hanging out of him than a cyborg, was completely devastating. i left the room after about 30 seconds. it was literally making me sick to my stomach.
luckily the follow up visits were much more pleasant. they managed to get a hospital gown on him, and as the saying goes 'out of sight, out of mind'. it was much easier to stay in the room not being able to see all that shit, in particular the gruesome cut on his chest.
follow this by a week of hills and valleys with his condition, and youre pretty well caught up. he hasnt changed much over the course of the week. small improvements followed by small problems. overall, his chest has been opened three times, he has had cat-scans to check for brain damage, he has an infection and hes got a nasty fever. on the plus side, his blood pressure is about normal, hes breathing almost entirely on his own, and he is less 'puffy' than last week.
his birthday is this saturday. he will turn 59. he will still be in a chemically induced coma fighting for his life. its seriously been the longest 10 days ever. every time i hear the phone ring i swear i have a heart attack. im trying to be optimistic but its hard not to think they are calling to say he died.
bleh
2 saturday's ago my dad had a heart attack. as of that sunday, it was very mild, nothing scary. monday he went in for testing to make sure he was good to go home. turns out his arteries were 92% blocked. thats VERY VERY BAD. he goes in immediatly for quad-bypass surgery.
monday night i get a call from my stepsister about what is going on, and im left to decide whether or not to drive to pa. i know, its not really a 'choice' but from everything i kept getting told, he was fine, be out shortly, etc etc. i thought i would just go in for the weekend (had friday and monday off too).
tuesday morning things went bad, he had complications and i left work an hour after getting there to drive 5 hours to pa. after a seemingly endless ride, i got to pa too late to go to the fucking hospital anyway.
wednesday morning i finally get to go to the icu. words cannot describe how awful it was going in that room. i H A T E hospitals to begin with. but going into the icu and seeing him laying there, restrained (he was combative even when unconcious) and with more iv's and tubes hanging out of him than a cyborg, was completely devastating. i left the room after about 30 seconds. it was literally making me sick to my stomach.
luckily the follow up visits were much more pleasant. they managed to get a hospital gown on him, and as the saying goes 'out of sight, out of mind'. it was much easier to stay in the room not being able to see all that shit, in particular the gruesome cut on his chest.
follow this by a week of hills and valleys with his condition, and youre pretty well caught up. he hasnt changed much over the course of the week. small improvements followed by small problems. overall, his chest has been opened three times, he has had cat-scans to check for brain damage, he has an infection and hes got a nasty fever. on the plus side, his blood pressure is about normal, hes breathing almost entirely on his own, and he is less 'puffy' than last week.
his birthday is this saturday. he will turn 59. he will still be in a chemically induced coma fighting for his life. its seriously been the longest 10 days ever. every time i hear the phone ring i swear i have a heart attack. im trying to be optimistic but its hard not to think they are calling to say he died.
bleh
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He's doing very well now. So, with any hopes your father will also get back onto the road to good health.
But, no matter what happens. We're here for ya, if you got anything you need to get off your shoulders.