Mike had his ablation on Weds and the night of his procedure, he went south quick. I rushed him to the hospital and they admitted him into ICU as he was going into sepsis. He also had tested positive for MRSA. They moved him to the cardiac unit after realizing the pain in his leg was interfering with his heart. If I am repeating myself, I apologize. I am worn to the core.
He is texting me from the hospital and his texts make no sense. He is out of his head in pain. When I talk to him on the phone, he complains about all the stuff he now has to do- breathe through tubes, physical therapy, bland diet, it’s a never-ending circle of complaints and I just let it go because honestly, I think it might make him feel better.
I talked to the doctor this morning (the one who did the “routine Procedure”) and asked him why, he did the procedure when he knew the risk of infection might happen. He said that this type of reaction to this procedure is “extremely rare.” He said he didn’t become a surgeon to do harm to people and he is very sorry that they didn’t cover all their bases, but it was not done in a truly sterile environment ( surgical room) just at the office in a special room and they “take every precaution to keep the field sterile.” He said he thought the rewards warranted the risks as Mike has continued to have multiple infections, lesions, ulcers on this leg. He gave me his cell phone number and told me to call him anytime. It didn’t make me feel better about what Mike is having to endure and I got a bit of a feeling that he was trying to cover his ass- but it is what it is.
Then the doctor who is seeing Mike called and he said that Mike is still having a rough time keeping food down, he is weak and sometimes disoriented, sometimes combative and “it will be a long slow period of recovery before Michael returns to me.”
I have stayed away, letting the professionals do what they are paid to do. I don’t wish to see Mike this way, I want things to settle down, so we text and call each other.
In all this madness, Chessa who is our 17 year old calico girl had vanished from outside over six months ago. She came home last night and she is in a really bad way. She left weighing 16 pounds and came back weighing 9. I don’t know where she has been, she is injured on her rear legs and her third eyelid almost covers both her eyes. I dropped her at the vet this morning and am waiting to hear about her results. So I guess I am on phone duty when all I want to do is just call my best friend Mo and take a cruise! 🙂
I guess I must be tired. This is Mike’s leg after the procedure and to me it looks like a marijuana leaf in the middle of his leg where the steri-strips were placed! I know, I need sleep! LOL
What a no good, very bad, terrible time you are having at the moment. Mike, at least, is in-hospital with people looking after him. You need someone to hold you hand, say “There, there, poor thing.” Metaphorically, such wishes are coming from me. And all your other friends too.
Such angst and worry. As if Mike was not sufficiently overwhelming, now the fates have added Chessa. All will be well that ends well. Which is what I hope for you, for Mike, for Chessa.
I am very saddened by your woes and problems. I send all my best hugs to you and to Mike, and loving pats to Chessa. I try very hard–very hard– to figure out why someone who does so very much good in the world has this continual, recurring pox of problems and travails. It is not right. It is not fair. If there is a reason for all of this, I sure wish someone would enlighten me, because it is more than my poor brain can unlock. All the best to you, Mary Anne.
I just wanted to say to all of you, that I am sorry to all of you for being such a cry-baby right now. For feeling sorry for myself when I KNOW I am stronger than I appear to be right now. Growing up, I lived through so much that as one therapist once told me: “would crumble the strongest.” I just wanted to grow old gracefully with my husband my cats and my dog. Doesn’t look like this is going to happen the way I planned, but when does Life ever pan out to be just like we planned? Please forgive me, I ‘m in a bit of a dark place at the moment.
I was told today that if Mike comes home before 6 months, the doctor would be very surprised. 🙁
Chessa is home, she was given some pain shots and her eyes are of great concern so I have to put drops in them every 8 hours. Thankfully, she is not full feral as she was when she first got here. I think its mostly because she feels so punky. But there are no injuries to her inside or out- she is just sore and a bit bruised. She did hiss a few times- but she is a calico after all!
I echo Judy and Rocky: you don’t deserve this, but know that your friends are with you, even if we are not physically beside you.
Don’t worry about complaining. If you and Mike were suffering a third of what you are now, you’d have a right to complain. We won’t be leaving your blog or Facebook page because of it. We want to know what is happening. Continued best wishes from this end.