I haven’t been posting much this week because I have been busy helping my dad, known here as Paco, and my mom, aka Nana.
Paco’s doctors had been keeping an eye on a partial blockage in one of his carotid arteries and his last ultrasound revealed that it had reached 70%, which is considered time to intervene.
So, on Wednesday, I brought my parents to the hospital for Paco to have carotid angioplasty with possible stenting.
After a morning of doing bloodwork, starting IVs, and asking more questions than you would think possible, the team was ready to begin.
Nana and I waited in the coronary care waiting room because Paco’s procedure was taking place in the same kind of catheterization lab that is used for heart vessel procedures.
Not my particular favorite place to be.
After an hour, a nurse came out to tell us that a stent would be needed, which would take another hour.
So, we waited some more…
I was using the hospital’s wi fi to read email and such to keep occupied. A rejection notice came through from a submission that I had sent for expedited review. I should have heard back over two weeks ago and had been anxiously awaiting hearing from the journal. Under other circumstances, I might have been upset by the rejection, but, current priorities and perspective definitely put my reaction in its proper place.
We waited for the second hour we expected – and for most of the next hour, too. Nana was very anxious that something had gone wrong. I tried to be reassuring, knowing that things often take more time than anticipated and that informing the family takes a back seat to caring for the patient, but I don’t think I was very successful.
Happily, a nurse came out and said that he was all set and doing well. We got to see him for a moment in the hall before they took him to his room in the ICU, which is best equipped to monitor the heart and other vital signs after these kinds of procedures. They were supposed to come get us after they got him settled.
After a few more minutes, the doctor came out to speak to us and explain some details.
Then, we waited and waited and waited some more.
When we could finally visit in his room, we waited for his nurse to get back to go over more paperwork and for other practicalities like ordering Paco some dinner.
When Nana and I finally left after having been at the hospital almost eight hours, we were both exhausted.
Waiting is hard work.
Postscript: Paco stayed overnight and was released around 1 PM the next day. We are all still tired and trying to get back on track. And we have to change the clocks for daylight savings time tonight. Goody.