Stanford Clinics & Spasby Jim
17 Sep 2009
1:09 pm1
Angie is in the operating room, but the surgery has not begun yet. While we were in the O.R. waiting room we had a nice man come up to us and ask if Angie wanted a massage. He introduced himself as a massage therapist while he helped Angie get comfortable by adjusting her pillow and then gave her a little back massage followed by a foot rub. I didn’t know they had that kind of service here. Very cool.
We got a visit from the anesthesiologist, whom Angie recognized from last time, who gave a quick briefing. I believe his name was Chris Hill. Oh, and Kathy was our nurse. We were told this should be a quick procedure. She’s scheduled in the O.R. for about an hour and a half. I’m still hoping they’ll let us go home tonight; I’m not looking forward to sleeping on a couch.
Surgery, Take 2by Jim
17 Sep 2009
12:09 pm0
I’m here with Angie, who is on a hospital bed waiting to be taken to the operating room. We arrive here at Stanford Hospital around 10:35 this morning, and our registration was uneventful. We’re hoping that this will be a quick procedure and that we’ll be home tonight. We think this surgery is starting later than the previous attempt, so going home tonight will be less likely.
They have wireless here at the hospital, so I’ll keep posting throughout the day. You can even subscribe to email updates or an RSS feed if that is more convenient for you.
Lots of Help Recoveringby Angie
8 May 2009
5:05 pm1
Hi, everyone – I’m alive! Recovery is kind of lame, but going well. Kathy has spent the week with us, and has done her best to wait on me hand and foot. Jim has been wonderfully attentive, too. I feel like a very lazy princess. My most enthusiastic exercise comes from a couple of trips up and down the stairs each day.
Jaquie is enjoying the relaxed atmosphere, and has been very affectionate, as usual. We were a little worried, before the surgery, about what to do with her at night – she usually lies on Jim as we are falling asleep, then migrates to some part of me during the night, but it is pretty uncomfortable to have a cat sprawled on your stomach or legs when you have an incision to worry about. Surprisingly enough, she must have been listening to our conversation about it, or else noticed a difference in my sleeping habits: she now lies on Jim for a while but, of her own accord, she now often spends the rest of the night on the end of the bed or the floor. We have such a smart, sweet cat!
I have a post-op appointment next Monday, where they will check me out and make sure everything looks good. No steri-strips for them to examine – just stitches on the inside and super glue on the outside, this time! Things look good to me, so far, so I’m sure we’ll have good news next week. We’ll keep you posted.
The End of a Long Dayby Jim
1 May 2009
12:05 am1
I am happy to say I have the pleasure of writing the post from the comfort of my own home. I was quite surprised this afternoon when the volunteer told me it was okay if I brought the car around. I had to ask him to repeat himself because I was sure he had gotten something wrong. I was expecting to be told that I could go and see Angie; the doctor had even said he thought she’d be spending the night. Turns out, the nurses just asked Angie what she wanted to do and Angie said she wanted to go home, so we did.
Angie looked quite pale when she came out to the car, but once we got home and she could sit comfortably, things were better. I’m sorry I didn’t post earlier, but I was busy taking care of my sweet wife.
I nearly had a fiasco at the pharmacy with her pain meds. I went to Rite-Aid at 8:30, just 30 minutes before they close. The pharmacist told me that they were out of Percoset and that I would have to hurry to the other Rite-Aid in town to get there on time. He was very apologetic and wanted to make sure I made it before they closed, so he called ahead to give them the heads-up. He gave me the phone number and sent me on my way. Angie was due for her next dose and I didn’t want to risk having to go all night without any. I briskly walked to my car and was pulling out of the parking lot with my cell phone to my ear when I saw a man in a white coat running towards the car. It was the pharmacist chasing me down to tell me that they had a generic brand he had forgotten to check for. We went back in and he filled the prescription while I waited. I was very grateful; I wasn’t sure where the other Rite-Aid was and I would have felt terrible if I had gotten lost trying to find it and had to go home without any meds for Angie. I realized that the pharmacist could have easily let it slide and let me drive away. There would have been no way for me to find out that he had something he could have given me. It is behavior like that that makes me want to frequent a store. Perhaps we should switch back from our mail-order prescriptions and get them at Rite-Aid. They certainly deserve it.
In Recoveryby Jim
30 Apr 2009
2:04 pm1
Dr. Spain just came out to chat with me. He said the procedure went along just fine. Angie is currently in the recovery room and I haven’t seen her yet. The doctor also said that Angie was talking all during the surgery (“yapping away,” as he put it). This surprised me because I though they were going to sedate her. He explained that although they sedated her, she still was awake and talking — though she won’t remember any of it after she comes to. I’m really curious now what she was talking about…
Under the Knifeby Jim
30 Apr 2009
1:04 pm0
Angie and I drove out to Stanford this morning and arrived at about 9:20. She is currently in the operating room and should be finished in about 30 minutes. So far everything has been going well. She was in good spirits going in. The nurse that took Angie back got a good laugh when, after asking her to, Angie literally “jumped” on the scale to weigh her. She said she’s been doing this for years and no one had ever done that before.
I’ll keep posting as the news comes.
For those of you not aware of today’s surgery, it isn’t a serious one and was fully anticipated, so no worries are warranted.
Must Relaxby Angie
17 Nov 2008
6:11 pm3
I visited Stanford today for another pacer check and an appointment with Dr. Al-ahmad. The bad news is, I’ve had another episode of V-tach, although I “got out of it” on my own. The good news is, there was only one, and Dr. Murphy has convinced Dr. Al-ahmad that I’ll be safer if we just leave things be for now. SO, I’m good to go for another six months, apparently.
I have another little problem, though. When I checked in, my pulse was about 110, and it stayed over 100 the entire time I was there. Based on my pacer history, this is not a unique occurrence. My sleeping rate has been consistently over 85, which isn’t good either. There’s not much to do about it, though – except eliminate all stress from my life… and where’s the fun in that, I ask you? Well, they lowered my pacing rate from 85 to 75 and I’m supposed to seek more calm and untroubled state of being. I’m thinkin’ that’s not happening between now and next year.