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so last night i was wrapping up with my 6:30 client and my office phone rang. i don't normally answer it when i have clients, but we were essentially done so i grabbed it. it was john. he was doing that thing he does where he doesn't really say why he's calling and i was very impatient with him since i had another client waiting for me, and i was concerned that this was one of those days where he was just calling to ask me if i want a movie that's on sale (that used to happen a lot).
but he finally spit out that he felt kind of odd and maybe it wasn't indigestion he's been having the past few days and maybe it's a heart issue so maybe he should go somewhere. we decided he should go to one of the urgent care facilities in the area and he didn't think i needed to come right away. the first one he went to was closed so he tried another.
i called to check in with him when i left work at 9 and he said that an ambulance was going to be there in a half an hour to take him to st. joe's, which i thought was an odd choice, but then i later learned that his primary was on rotation there. so i call mike to make sure he'll be able to be home with the dog and then realize st. joe's is the one hospital that i don't exactly know where it is. so i ran back into my office to look it up. still drove right by the entrance, but then john called me to let me know that st. joe's was full. so then they were going to try suburban. i changed direction. luckily john called again before i got on the 33 going towards suburban because they were now going to sisters, in the opposite direction on the 33.
i knew i'd get there before john so i called his mom before i had to go in and turn off my cell phone. we wound up getting there about the same time. waited ten minutes and then filled out forms, etc. the triage nurse said i'd be able to go back in maybe 15 minutes. sat in the waiting area watching CSI and the 11:00 news. not as good people watching as one would hope. but after the dog and this and PMS and a long day in general and the frustration of all the waiting, i get a little teary. i think it was mostly PMS, but that's kind of a lame excuse. in any case, felt comfortable that i could have a little cry in a hospital and no one would notice or care. so i did.
finally asked what was up and they let me go back there. he was all hooked up with a ton of wires to all sorts of good stuff. he was pretty pale. his heart was going pretty fast and the medication he had been given wasn't doing much. so they decided to shock him. no, not like that. just a little pulse to try to get things back into synch. i think my weepiness made them concerned because they took me out while they shocked him and kept telling me that it wasn't as bad as it looked because of all the wires.
so then we sat there and waited in the hopes that a bed would open in the cardiac unit. it finally occured to me that it was pretty unlikely that a bed was going to open over night. well, unless something bad happened to someone. so when a UB resident came by, i asked them about that and they suggested i go home until the morning since the ER is really not a comfortable place to spend the night. so i left at 2 a.m.
got in the car and went to pay the 2 bucks to get out of the lot. it was late so there was no attendant in the booth. there was a machine to take your money. i was relieved to find i had a couple of ones in my wallet as i was not prepared for a machine. but it wasn't working. i was so tired and just sat there and laughed for a minute about the thought that i may be stuck in the parking lot. i then noticed the call box if there were issues. so i used that and the arm went up so i just left without having to pay. okay.
got to bed around 3 a.m., but didn't sleep immediately. had to wake up at 7 to call john's boss and my boss and reschedule a meeting. let beezley in the room and tried to go back to bed, but he was hyper and wanted to play. tossed him outside and then went back to bed without him in the room. john called at 9:30, still from the ER, but he was hoping to get a bed in the cardiac unit soon. so i packed him some clothes and a notebook he requested, called my mom, talked to my boss, called john's professor that he had class with tonight, got a shower and some food, and got out at noon.
when i got to sisters, the parking lot was full. stumped, i wound up a couple blocks over, down the street from a friend of john's. i was glad i packed his stuff in a rolling backpack. i went in the front because i assumed he was in a real bed by now. not so. he was still in the same place in the ER. he hadn't been allowed to move at all. every time he bent his left arm, his saline drip beeped at him. he was still wired up. he had to pee in jugs and i don't even want to discuss the commode.
we essentially sat there. i brought some reading. john snoozed here and there because it's awfully difficult to sleep in an ER. turns out there were 9 cardiac patients in the ER, all waiting for a bed up there. so it was rather busy. i didn't ask where we were in line because i was afraid of the answer. didn't see a doctor the entire afternoon.
at 5, i was losing hope of a room opening up today. called my mom to convince her that it would be much more helpful for her to go hang out with the dog rather than us. while i was talking to her, john thought he heard someone in the hall say his name. turns out, he was right. they came in about 5:30 to let us know that a bed was opening soon.
interestingly enough, that's when the cardiologist finally got a chance to come down. turns out all the tests he had done in the morning, before i even got there, indicated that nothing was really wrong with him and he could go home. no seriously. if someone had just looked at those results sooner, we could have been long gone by then.
basically, it was just a weird isolated incident. caffiene related? maybe, but not likely. nothing is really wrong with his heart. he's got some medicine. he's got some low dose aspirin. he'll go in for a stress test in a week or two. but the doctor didn't even think he'd have to rest or stay home from work or anything. he's good to go.
i am making him stay home tomorrow. it's not like he really slept. as i write this, he's snoring very, very loudly, leading me to believe that i might not be getting so much sleep myself tonight. but hey, he's home and he's fine.
but he finally spit out that he felt kind of odd and maybe it wasn't indigestion he's been having the past few days and maybe it's a heart issue so maybe he should go somewhere. we decided he should go to one of the urgent care facilities in the area and he didn't think i needed to come right away. the first one he went to was closed so he tried another.
i called to check in with him when i left work at 9 and he said that an ambulance was going to be there in a half an hour to take him to st. joe's, which i thought was an odd choice, but then i later learned that his primary was on rotation there. so i call mike to make sure he'll be able to be home with the dog and then realize st. joe's is the one hospital that i don't exactly know where it is. so i ran back into my office to look it up. still drove right by the entrance, but then john called me to let me know that st. joe's was full. so then they were going to try suburban. i changed direction. luckily john called again before i got on the 33 going towards suburban because they were now going to sisters, in the opposite direction on the 33.
i knew i'd get there before john so i called his mom before i had to go in and turn off my cell phone. we wound up getting there about the same time. waited ten minutes and then filled out forms, etc. the triage nurse said i'd be able to go back in maybe 15 minutes. sat in the waiting area watching CSI and the 11:00 news. not as good people watching as one would hope. but after the dog and this and PMS and a long day in general and the frustration of all the waiting, i get a little teary. i think it was mostly PMS, but that's kind of a lame excuse. in any case, felt comfortable that i could have a little cry in a hospital and no one would notice or care. so i did.
finally asked what was up and they let me go back there. he was all hooked up with a ton of wires to all sorts of good stuff. he was pretty pale. his heart was going pretty fast and the medication he had been given wasn't doing much. so they decided to shock him. no, not like that. just a little pulse to try to get things back into synch. i think my weepiness made them concerned because they took me out while they shocked him and kept telling me that it wasn't as bad as it looked because of all the wires.
so then we sat there and waited in the hopes that a bed would open in the cardiac unit. it finally occured to me that it was pretty unlikely that a bed was going to open over night. well, unless something bad happened to someone. so when a UB resident came by, i asked them about that and they suggested i go home until the morning since the ER is really not a comfortable place to spend the night. so i left at 2 a.m.
got in the car and went to pay the 2 bucks to get out of the lot. it was late so there was no attendant in the booth. there was a machine to take your money. i was relieved to find i had a couple of ones in my wallet as i was not prepared for a machine. but it wasn't working. i was so tired and just sat there and laughed for a minute about the thought that i may be stuck in the parking lot. i then noticed the call box if there were issues. so i used that and the arm went up so i just left without having to pay. okay.
got to bed around 3 a.m., but didn't sleep immediately. had to wake up at 7 to call john's boss and my boss and reschedule a meeting. let beezley in the room and tried to go back to bed, but he was hyper and wanted to play. tossed him outside and then went back to bed without him in the room. john called at 9:30, still from the ER, but he was hoping to get a bed in the cardiac unit soon. so i packed him some clothes and a notebook he requested, called my mom, talked to my boss, called john's professor that he had class with tonight, got a shower and some food, and got out at noon.
when i got to sisters, the parking lot was full. stumped, i wound up a couple blocks over, down the street from a friend of john's. i was glad i packed his stuff in a rolling backpack. i went in the front because i assumed he was in a real bed by now. not so. he was still in the same place in the ER. he hadn't been allowed to move at all. every time he bent his left arm, his saline drip beeped at him. he was still wired up. he had to pee in jugs and i don't even want to discuss the commode.
we essentially sat there. i brought some reading. john snoozed here and there because it's awfully difficult to sleep in an ER. turns out there were 9 cardiac patients in the ER, all waiting for a bed up there. so it was rather busy. i didn't ask where we were in line because i was afraid of the answer. didn't see a doctor the entire afternoon.
at 5, i was losing hope of a room opening up today. called my mom to convince her that it would be much more helpful for her to go hang out with the dog rather than us. while i was talking to her, john thought he heard someone in the hall say his name. turns out, he was right. they came in about 5:30 to let us know that a bed was opening soon.
interestingly enough, that's when the cardiologist finally got a chance to come down. turns out all the tests he had done in the morning, before i even got there, indicated that nothing was really wrong with him and he could go home. no seriously. if someone had just looked at those results sooner, we could have been long gone by then.
basically, it was just a weird isolated incident. caffiene related? maybe, but not likely. nothing is really wrong with his heart. he's got some medicine. he's got some low dose aspirin. he'll go in for a stress test in a week or two. but the doctor didn't even think he'd have to rest or stay home from work or anything. he's good to go.
i am making him stay home tomorrow. it's not like he really slept. as i write this, he's snoring very, very loudly, leading me to believe that i might not be getting so much sleep myself tonight. but hey, he's home and he's fine.
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