PHASE ONE DONE, ONTO PHASE TWO
Jul 19
Sorry I haven’t written sooner. Last week just sucked every ounce of energy out of me. We got home late Friday and I was so exhausted, it took the whole weekend and yesterday to re-coupe. They decided that going in and doing another Cath and putting in two stints would be the better option. He really only needed one bypass (two stints in one artery because it was very blocked) and to crack the rib cage if not necessary would just be cruel. So they decided to give it another shot and hope it would work. It was a very long couple of hours waiting to hear if it worked this time. And thank gawd it did. It also helps if you have the doctor that was suppose to do it in the first place do it. The doctor that did the first one is a doctor from the office here that he was seeing. The doctor from MGH (head of cardiology) was suppose to be there to assist but, got tied up and wasn’t. We decided to fire and have nothing to do with the doctor here. The director of cardiology of MGH is now his doctor. It went so fast and smooth, and a lot less painful for Angus. The bruise difference on the two incisions is unbelievable! The inconvenience of him having to take a day off work to drive into the city when needed will be well worth it.
We go back in August to have the same procedure done in the artery in his neck. They see no reason why it won’t be a one night stay (Ya I guess it helps if you have a doctor that freaking knows what the heck he is doing). Then probably sometime in September we will go back and they will take care of the blockage in his leg. Unfortunately this has to come last. He is in so much pain all of the time. But just knowing it is only a matter of a couple of months when you have been waiting over a year, is a big relief. He is back to work as of yesterday. And they don’t see him having to miss but a couple of days when they take care of his neck. Boy, gotta love modern technology! The leg might be a different story though.
And why did it take a whole three days to re-coupe?
Well aside from this only suppose to being a one night stay and turning out being four nights. That they started talking open heart surgery. That they were not sure if they needed to take care of the artery in his neck first. Me sleeping in a chair in his room the first night (but not sleeping at all because I was to scared and stressed about the open heart surgery thing) having to drive home the next night and back again the next day because the freaking Yankees are in town to play the Red Sox so there were NO hotel rooms available. Worrying about the extra days away from the kids, and who could watch them. Him being ornery and stressed because he is missing work, and they decided to take him off the welbutrin since he has quite smoking for a couple of months now, and doing great I might add. It taking me over and hour to find my hotel that we finally found in Brookline which was only four freaking miles away from the hospital because people in Boston suck at giving directions. Being woken up in said hotel and dragging very exhausted ass out of hotel..... because the fire alarms were going off and they wanted everyone out even though it was just drywall dust from the construction that was going on in the hotel. Having house keeping banging on your door at 8 AM after not falling asleep until after 3:30 AM. One grumpy boyfriend because you are not back at the hospital to wait on him by 8:30 AM. Still not knowing what the doctors want to do yet. Finding out late in the day that they are just going to do the Cath thing. Stressing out if I will ever find the hotel again. Boyfriend not being sympathetic what so ever and not understanding the no sense of direction thing. Calling me more than just a flake bringing me to tears more than once the past couple of days. Decide that one is very deserving of purchasing a bottle of wine to take back to hotel (if hotel can be found) only to discover that THEIR MOTHERS CELL PHONE HAS BEEN STOLEN. Yup. Pick pocketed in the elevator on the way down to buy the bottle of wine. Having to call mother to tell her her life line has been stolen. Having mother very upset and hanging up on you. Before hanging up on you, she asks if you are going to drive home and then back in the morning to pick him up after you already told her you paid for two nights at the hotel. Now feeling guilty even though she is the one that said it would be better to stay than keep driving back and forth everyday. After being released from hospital boyfriend decides he would like to go out to lunch before going home. Someplace along the water. Doesn’t know were just tells you to drive and he will tell you were to go. Picking a city that I know doesn’t have any restaurants really along the water that he would like but he won’t listen. Driving around two hours past lunch time trying to find someplace to eat with him not being on welbutrin and very hungry. Only to find one very full busy place that is hosting a whale watch so the parking lot is very crowded and only one place left to park in. In a very small compact space. Having a very large car and the parking attendant telling me I should be able to squeeze in. A car trying to get out of the parking lot and a delivery truck trying to squeeze in behind you while boyfriend is yelling at you to just park the damn thing. Making you get out of the car so he can park it while calling you names if front of parking attendant. Just wanting to go home and forget about lunch after seen in parking lot. Going through the entire meal not speaking because you are just so pissed off of how you were just humiliated. Having boyfriend apologize and then getting pissed because you are still just not ready to hear it yet. Walking out of the restaurant on you while trying to pay check LIKE HE IS THE ONE THAT HAS BEEN HUMILIATED. Having him tell you what lane to drive in and all the usual back seat driving things being thrown at you all the way home. Getting home to have him discover he has no orange juice to go with his vodka. Having to trek back out to get some and something to cook for dinner, something to cook on the grill at his request. Trying to help him start the grill because he can’t bend or lift anything for a couple of days only to have him yelling at you that you are fucking up and to back away because he doesn’t want you to fuck up the dinner as well. Trying desperately not to let the kids see you crying, or him because that would just completely send him over the edge. Waking up the next morning with him bored and wanting to do something anything to get out of the house when all you want to do is sleep in and veg out around the house. Mother not really speaking to you because of the phone thing. Dragging the kids out in the hot humid sun just to humor him even though it is the last thing any of you want to do. Not sleeping all night because I am way to stressed and upset because boyfriend is really treating you like a piece of shit and not understanding why and he is not seeing how he is being mean to you. Waking up the next morning with promises of him being a nicer person because he started taking his welbutrin again. Um ya, it was a fun week.
Close it up...
Posted on 07/19/05 at 09:41 AM
