Over and Out

This is going to take a while. I tried to blog from the hospital, but somehow my phone gives me the finger every time I try to 'publish post.' *sigh*

We made it home today.

The beginning:
Monday morning, up at the butt-crack of dawn to get to the hospital at 7. "Oh, we had you down for 8 this morning." (Here's your sign.) They get Mom to a room in the pre-op area. Start the IV, draw a little blood, check a few vitals..HOLY SHIT. Her blood glucose is 41. Yes, you read correctly. FORTY ONE. Normal is 80-110. I asked I know at least five different people when we were going through the pre-admission bullshit if she shouldn't skip her bedtime insulin, or at LEAST cut the dose in half. "Oh No! Just nothing to eat or drink after midnight!" What they failed to realize is that Mom is a Midnight Rambler in the kitchen. Her doc understands this, and that's why her insulin is what it is. But no, Big Sis was there to guard the gates, so NPO she remained. I knew she slept all the way to the hospital...and normally, she is like me and talks your ear off when she is nervous or upset. OK, here comes the D50...and her sugar is up to 130. MUCH better. Well...except for her through the roof blood pressure-242/168. Not compatible with normal cardiac function, ya know? And guess what? CHEST PAIN! So yeah, she got the IV Apresoline THREE TIMES, and a nitro or two, and the pressure is compatible with life. Then we waited. And waited. And waited. (Did I mention, we had to WAIT???) At 1230 IN THE AFTERNOON, she was finally whisked off to surgery.

At 115, we got word that the surgery was over, everything looked good, was in recovery and would be in the room soon. WOW, that was quick.

At 200, she is rolled into the room. Good news-she looks a hell of a lot better than she did when she went in to surgery. Behold! She has COLOR! Bad news-where an A cup used to be, a DD dressing was in its place. With 2 JP drains. Ouch.

For the next FOURTEEN HOURS, someone stuck her finger. Yes, FOURTEEN HOURS. She was hurting, exhausted and just really about to lose it when I opened the can. Yep, THE CAN. You know the one. It says WHOOP ASS on the label.

To be continued.
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