Yesterday morning, at 4:00 am, I woke up my room-mate with difficulty and took him to the surgery center of Mercy Hospital for his back surgery. I got him checked in and fired up my PSP to play a game. Before I could really start, one of his colleagues/friends arrived to see him before the surgery and so we chatted for a bit. While my room-mate was getting prepped, we got to go back and wish him well – and a couple of his co-workers arrived too. We had a few good laughs and sent him on his way. I was by myself for a few minutes when his aunt arrived. So, she and I waited and chatted. Ironically, I had packed myself plenty of “anti-boredom” gear – paper, books, games, etc. – and didn’t need any of it.
After a while the doctor came out and and said the surgery went well with no complications and that he was recovering from the surgery quickly.
My room-mate’s aunt and I headed up to the room where he would be staying overnight for observation. We checked in with him and helped him order lunch – then she left for a bit and I went downstairs to McDonalds for my own lunch. I made the calls to all his siblings to keep them up to date, then headed back up and kept him company. His aunt arrived later and brought him a milkshake.
She left a little after that and I stayed around until 8:00 or so before I headed home.
At 10:00, his sister called. At 11:00, his brother called.
At 3:30 AM – the hospital called and the nurse was calm, polite as one can be at that time of the morning – and told me that he’d been moved to the cardiac floor of the hospital due to a heart scare. I wrote down the info and was fortunately tired enough to go back to sleep.
At 6:30, my room-mate called with the same info – but that he was doing much better. I got up not long after that and headed back to the hospital and his new room.
The prevailing theory was that the auto-inflating leg cuffs and drugs were the cause for alarm. The drugs would drop his heart rate as he got sleepy, and then the cuffs would inflate and startle him and wake him back up. So, no big deal – but it was scary for all involved for a while. I stayed with him through the morning, then got lunch again and did some reading in the afternoon while he waited to be released. I brought him back to the apartment and I’m looking after him this evening. Tomorrow his aunt will visit and bring him at least one meal.
While he was settling back in – I got a call from my dad. Things have gotten worse with my grandmother.
The urinary tract infection continues and she has now lost the ability to swallow. Whether this is from the infection or another mini-stroke – the damage appears to be permanent. The doctors have given her a feeding tube through her nose, but since she’s already pulled that out, they need to determine a more permanent solution – in this case, a tube inserted into her stomach.
My aunt, my dad, and one of my uncles are now faced with difficult decisions. They’re going to try to find a lucid time with her and see if she can decide if she wants the feeding tube. If not, or if they can’t find a lucid time, they may look to the quality of life issues. Things are looking grim.
My sister called a little while later and though we tried to talk – there were a lot of silences. This is hitting us both pretty hard and I think we’re both feeling very helpless. I think it’s only a matter of time.
So, I’m going to make it a quiet evening and try and get some rest tonight. I’m sure to have a full day tomorrow – and then back to work on Monday.
later…
