Hearts and Hearts and Hearts

Oh, so many, where do I start?

Been a while so without going back and trying to decide where I was I’m just going to plunge in – had our new little granddaughter, who was then diagnosed with a heart defect and transferred to our big hospital/heart center, where she wound up being placed on a transplant list, which is where we stay.

 

Then two weeks after that got “the call” that my elderly father – see last post – had to be taken to the emergency room and wound up spending 2 1/2 weeks in the hospital with a laundry list of ailments built on each other – we’ll start with congestive heart failure and a heart attack, then heart out of rhythm, atrial affibrilation – then being sent home with home health under the CHF label, but with the nurse saying he was not presenting typically; turns out there’s acute as well as chronic CHF that’s brought on by something else, say, the renal failure he was in, that was brought on say, the blood disorder that caused him to be low on blood that they fell all over themselves trying to find where/how he was losing it because they could not, would not, did not want to believe that he might possibly not be producing it any more because, oh my, then what, when I’ve know somewhat that’s been a possibility for a long time because I’ve known about the disorder that they didn’t know about and didn’t know I did, that and/or the medication he’s been on for it that’s almost as bad, one of those to kill the bad you have to kill the good as well and start over from scratch; seemed to me to be what was happening, lost the good blood but the bad was still high so give more blood, then give injections to build it up but bad still high so what ends up happening – you double the medication dosage to kill it, so then what happens, you kill the good again, so then what, here we go again, back to get more good and around and around we go, where’s it gonna stop? who knows? funny thing is, that’s the med he was gonna tell, granted, the wrong one, the doc he was going to stop it because he wasn’t worried anymore about why he was taking it anymore – and why, you ask? to keep from having a stroke, which is how he’s wanted to go anyway, especially now that mom’s gone, that is, if that’s what would happen, but now, if not, but who’s to say? but then he wasn’t taking it like he was supposed to anyway but evidently had been enough long enough but now, ironically enough, they’re stopping it for him, now that he’s gotten back in with the specialist and not just being turned back over to his primary,who’s good, but they just have so much, that’s why we have specialists in the first place, looking back over labs should have been caught already but wasn’t, should have gotten them – but that goes back to the grandbaby, just kinda hard to keep up with hearts both ways – amazing things they are! we’ll just have to see what happens.

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About donnainthesouth

I'm a transplant, born up north but raised in the middle, now I'm down here where you don't see too many snowflakes; I'll probably post just about as often (here at least)
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