Delftsman

November 03, 2006

The Halloween Party

A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party.

He doesn't know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg so
he writes to a costume company to explain his problem.

A few days later he received a parcel with the following note:

Dear Sir,

Please find enclosed a pirate's outfit. The spotted
handkerchief will cover your bald head and, with your wooden leg, you will be just
right as a pirate.

Very truly yours,

Acme Costume Co.


The man thinks this is terrible because they have emphasized his
wooden leg and so he writes a letter of complaint.

A week goes by and he receives another parcel and a note, which says:

Dear Sir,

Please find enclosed a monk's habit. The long robe will cover your wooden
leg and, with your bald head, you will really look the part.

Very truly yours,

Acme Costume Co.


Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head so again he writes the company another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a small parcel and a note, which reads:

Dear Sir,

Please find enclosed a bottle of molasses and a bag of crushed nuts.

Pour the molasses over your bald head, pat on crushed nuts, stick your wooden leg up your butt and go as a caramel apple.

Very truly yours,

Acme Costume Co.

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October 26, 2006

The Drug Problem in America

I got this in an e-mail from a friend;and it certainly brought back quite a few memories......I guess I had a drug problem, too! When I was young, I was the drugee and later I was the druger!


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The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. He asked me a rhetorical question, ''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?''

I replied, I did have a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials, no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

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October 16, 2006

SeeBS, they DON'T get it..

Stoopid Cartoon

But, we already knew that now, didn't we?

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October 14, 2006

So freakin' tired

of blatant ignorance.

I know it's something that has been around forever and will continue to be around. Sometimes, though, it just gets to me. Especially when things hit close to home. A few things have happened around here that I am not at liberty to discuss and have made me quite pissed off, so please forgive my ramblings in advance.

For sheer entertainment purposes, I sometimes pop into the chat rooms that are affiliated with my "domestic engineering" websites. Wow. Just wow. Now, I was raised to respect that people are different and that I will always find people that have a difference in opinion from myself. However, I was NOT raised to respect stupidity. Some of the thread titles alone are just that. Stupidity.

#1- "Do you think the reduction of gas prices is manipulation from the administration to remain in seat?"

Hmmm... please, please, please research what goes into gas prices, why it is what it is and why it was recently reduced BEFORE making a complete jackass out of yourself for G-d only knows how many other people. Also please refer to Mirriam-Websters online dictionary for the term, "PROFIT MARGIN". Next time you are shopping in stores like Michael's, think about that as you grab one of those fake trees whose markup is 350%.

#2- Blame Bush!

This mantra is old. Can we come up with something new to discuss? How 'bout this: is the fact that your IQ is lower than my garbage disposal based on genetics (are you predisposed to be a knuckle-dragging fool?) or was it more of an enviornmental thing (you were surrounded by idiots growing up?), or better yet, is it Bush's fault? That's it, asshats! Nature vs. Nurture vs. Bush, much more captivating.

#3- Bush lied, kids died. The war was unjustified. 9/11 was a conspiracy, and other statements that prove lack of frontal cortex activity

Conspiracy theorists: refer to this.
See libruls, we DO like science!

As far as the war being unjustified, I am very proud of our troops and think that their deployment was necessary. I know that it sucks, I have my brother on deck for deployment in January. I don't know about these single neuron baring fools, but I'm not fond of fighting these turban-twisted fucks on OUR streets. If Gore had gotten into office instead of Bush (remember 7 days does not equate to 9, please look up "algorithm" and give a hat tip to Elian Gonzalez while you're at it), if that administration took the wheel and had us pull out like a 17-year-old on prom night, we'd be screwed.

Religion of Peace, my ass. For more displays of "peace", refer to THIS. I know that the death toll is rising in the middle east, as happens in war, but quit bleating for a sec and look at those numbers. 400,000 killed in Darfur as an act of genocide. I don't see that number written on the back of the local moonbat's minivan parked at my college.

I digress, I know I'm preaching to the choir.

*sigh*

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Ann gets it..

.. she always does.

In 1994, the Clinton administration got a call from Jimmy Carter probably collect who was with the then-leader of North Korea, saying: "Hey, Kim Il Sung is a total stud, and I've worked out a terrific deal. I'll give you the details later."

Clinton promptly signed the deal, so he could forget about North Korea and get back to cheating on Hillary. Mission accomplished.

Just a little summpin' to think about, all you finger-pointing nitwits. This chat about doing an "investigation into the administration" for failures in NKo, what exactly does that do to help resolve these issues? Nothing. People, you have to stop and think of these things before hitting the polls in November. Do you want representatives whose only feeble thought is to investigate, investigate, investigate, and NOT into the actual issue on hand or do you want representatives that are going to do something about it?

If you need any more evidence that it was a rotten deal, The New York Times hailed it as "a resounding triumph."

Bwuaaaaahaaahaa! Cheap shot, most excellent.

So when it comes to North Korea, I believe the Democrats might want to maintain a discreet silence, lest anyone ask, "Hey, did you guys do anything with North Korea?"

Thank you, Ann! Like I said, she gets it.

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October 12, 2006

Random Ramblings

I don't know how long this connection will hold up, but I really wanted to try and get SOMETHING up here....it looks so darned bleak and barren w/o any posts up, and my co-authors are all engaged in some time consuming activities that can't be put off, so they couldn't post anything lately.

I'm still staying at my ex's place, it's just more conducive to faster healing than home is at the moment, and speaking of healing, I'm rather pleased with my progress so far. I am up to walking almost half a mile day now (albeit in stages, not continious), and I am tapering off of the oxycodein tabs...and best (and hardest) of all, it's been 55 days nicotine free. I dread the confrontation that will occur when I go home and institute a "no smoking in the house or car" policy. I find it wrong to impose restrictions on anothers right to engage in a legal activity and it makes me feel like a real hypocrit to impose such sanctions, but having said that, I KNOW two things; 1), I will be unable to continue my abstinence if I am exposed to such a great extant of smoke as presently exists, and 2), if I resume smoking, I will be throwing away this one last chance that all of the dedicated medical professionals have given me. As it is, they estimate that I've been given another 5 good years, and I don't want to waste any of them, or shorten that estimate by my own stupidity. I just hope that I can get the others in the household to make what I know is a difficult (and somewhat selfish on my part) sacrifice towards that end. Only time will tell. I won't say I'll never smoke again; I am a nicotine addict. All I can say is "I won't smoke today". I can only pray that it will get easier with time.

On the family front, we have received some difficult news this week; it seems that my ex wife will require surgury to repair tears of the rotater cuffs of both shoulders, and she's scheduled to have the right shoulder surgury done Nov. 28.; and we learned just yesterday that my ex-mother in law will need cardiac surgury to repair a leaking aortic valve....don't know when she will go in to have it done, but it will have to be soon, by all accounts. At her age (no, I WON'T tell it G'ma ) such surgury is pretty problematic, I hope know that I can count on all of you to give us your continued support; you can not conceive of how much it has meant to me and all of my family.

On a much brighter note, LC Beth*A is making the move from San Diego to Indianapolis at the beginning of November, so we can enjoy the pleasure of her company physically, as well as through E-Mail and Tx. (I'm sorry if I'm letting the cat out of the bag, Beth, but I just can't keep a secret like this..) Assuming that the Medicos give me clearence to resume driving and flying( and most likely even if they don't!) at my first post op check-up, I'm going to fly to San Diego and assist her in driving her worldly goods back to her new home here in Indiana. Hopefully, she'll find the time to start putting some of her patented "good horse-sense posts" up here on a semi-regular basis too.

Time to go for my theraputic walk/exercises, talk to you all soon.

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Joke of the Day

A woman, standing nude, looks in the bedroom mirror and says to her
husband, "I feel horrible, I look fat and ugly. Pay me a compliment."

The husband replies, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."


He never heard the shot

Thanks Catfish!

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September 29, 2006

ARRGGH!

SCREW IT I've tried 10 times to put up a post, but the computor elves are really enjoying messing with me. I'm as well as can be expected and I'm deeply grateful for all the support you've all shown me, Talk to ya'll soon.

DELFTS

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September 08, 2006

I can't believe this...

No, I am not a doctor. Nor am I a nurse. I've never taken even so much as a CPR or first aid course outside the cursory one they teach in high school driver's ed so you can save your passengers after you've screwed up behind the wheel.

Even so, I know that after major surgery you do not send someone home who has not passed a decent bowel movement, who blew out his own catheter in the middle of the night, who cannot even eat because of the nausea and what vomiting does to his split sternum, who sill has bedsores, and who be left alone for hours at a time because he cannot get out of a chair unassisted. It is dangerous, it is irresponsible, and it is bad medicine.

Yet today when I went to take Delfts a bowl of fruit from the cafeteria breakfast bar he told me he thought that they were considering exactly that. Even though he badly wants to be out of this hospital, even he thinks that Monday is entirely soon enough.

I do not know who is pushing this release, but I strongly suspect the insurance company is putting the pressure on the hospital and the surgeon. Yes, it is true that under perfect conditions a patient having the same surgery could reasonably expect to have been home long before today. This, however, was far from a perfect case. Five days of atrial fibrillation did number on him, and the fact that he was in very poor condition prior to the surgery only contributed to the situation we have now. A former health care worker with whom I am friends was astounded that they sent him home from the Congestive Heart Failure unit over the weekend prior to his surgery based on his overall condition and the problems he was having.

And now they want to send him home again.

This is not a good thing. It is, in fact, a very bad idea. I desperately hope that this is more the product of a combination of pain meds affecting Delft's mind, and not a real option that they are considering for him.

In the meantime, he truly enjoys the calls. He has missed you all so very much. Thank you for calling him. I fixed the phone number in the previous post, so it is correct now.

Update: Well, I am much relieved after talking to Delft's nurse. Relieved, but not as relieved as I'd like to be.

It seems that after the successful cardioversion on Tuesday, he was able to keep a sinus rhythm only until Wednesday night. He's been in and out of A-fib and back on the meds for it since then. He has been light-headed and dizzy, so much so that they had to cut his 11am walk back from 150 feet to 75 feet.

Based on all of his indicators, there is no possibility of his being released either today or tomorrow for love or money. He got his conversation with his nurse all mixed up in his drug-addled mind and completely misunderheard what was being explained to him. It is a Very Good Thing™ that he was wrong. He has no business being home alone. Hell, he has no business being at home even with other people as long as his cardiac rhythm isn't regulated.

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September 07, 2006

Finally...

Delfts is in room 2427 now, a regular room with a phone and everything.

St Vincent Hospital
Attn Pt. Lambertus Meyer
2001 West 86th Street
Indianapolis, IN 46260

Phone: 317-338-0598 or 1-866-338-2345 and ask for extension 80598.

I know he'd love to hear from you.

Update: Sorry about the phone number. It's corrected now. This number will work.

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September 05, 2006

Dad's spirits - and I don't mean cognac...

I just left Dad's room, and I'm quite pleased. The cardioversion went perfectly and Dad is all set (assuming no changes tonight) to move to the step-down unit tomorrow. I'll post info then. He's sitting up doing crosswords again. He's awfully frustrated because his brain can't seem to find the right words, but that's an after effect of all the medicine and the major trauma his body has been through. He is joking with the nurses and is threatening to chase them around the bed just as soon as it doesn't hurt to move. Although he looks like a pincushion (his sensitive skin just can't handle the brutality of IVs and BP cuffs), he looks markedly better every time I see him. More later.

Erin

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Tuesday, at least for the moment

I called on my first break of the day to check on Delfts and spoke to his current nurse for his status and how his night was.

Apparently he rested well, is in relatively good spirits, and is in his chair. He enjoyed the fruit, so I will be picking up more in the cafeteria this afternoon to drop off for him. Lychee fruit? I may actually have a can at home.

The nurse yesterday did as I asked (demanded) and placed a waffle mattress on his bed to lessen the chance of additional or worsening bedsores. The nurse today had already bathed his back, examined the existing sores, and had changed the way that they were being treated. No more tape laid over it. She was using something else that required a little more time to administer but would promote the healing process, not just stop the skin from splitting further.

Oh, you didn't know about the bedsores? Neither did I until yesterday, and I was Not Pleased™ at finding out about them. I discussed them with my submissive during the course of the day, and he made several suggestions based on his experiences both as a CNA and as a clinical engineering technician who has worked on the various beds used in such situations. Based on that information and what I had seen on Delfts' back, I made a decision and made a demand. It was good to see it was taken seriously.

Here's the scoop on his A-fib: The surgeon is not happy with his lack of progress on the meds they have tired for converting his rhythm back to some semblence of a sinus rhythm. As such, they are going to do a "Cardioversion" on him at about noon or whenever the surgeon is finished in surgery and free to do it. It will be done in his room under anesthesia. It won't take long. Hopefully it will be successful. If it is successful, he could be transfered into the step-down unit tomorrow, maybe earlier.

I am hopeful. If he is well enough to be moved to a real room with a phone and visitors, I am certain that it will do much to promote an improved mental outlook, something that has the potential of being of great benefit to him as he heals.

The nurse has been instructed to call me with an update when the cardioversion has been completed. I will post the results. Now it is time to go read what I can find on the proceedure...

Mamamontezz

Update: Okay, I don't feel so bad about this. I can deal with this.

Update: The Cardioversion is over.
He's waking up from the anesthesia.
His heart is in a normal sinus rhythm.
They've taken him off of one of the meds they were using
to regulate the A-fib.
They're watching him to see if it holds.
The nurse is hopeful.
I may have a room and phone number
for you before evening.
Yes, I am an optimist.

Now the battle will be between us, the insurance people, the discharge planners/case managers and the Utilization Review people. They will look at the total stay time and want him out. It will not matter to them that he has not truly had the time he needs to recover because of the complication of A-fib. The normal stay for open-heart is about a week and he's had that, damn the patient, keep those costs down.

My loins are girded. I hope they don't chafe.

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September 04, 2006

Update of Sorts

I really don't have anything to update about Dad's condition, except to say that because they haven't been able to successfully wean him off of the medication, Dobutrex(sp?), that is strengthening his cardiac function, they're going to do an echocardiogram tomorrow. They're hoping to get a clearer picture of what is going on in there, so they can find a new way to treat him and get him stepped down to the next unit. It looks as if it may be another 1-3 days before that happens.

On a personal note, I want to say thank you to all of you. I've been at the hospital for at least 12 hours every day since Tuesday, not counting dinner away and the exciting trips Beth and I have been taking around the north side of town to find the things that Dad requests and requires (although finding pear juice, music, and a nail brush, has been relatively simple, it seems that the north side of Indy is not the place to go for lychee fruit. I guess I'll have to make a foray into Dad's neck of the woods to an Asian grocer...). It has meant so much to me to check the comments on this site here on the waiting room computer and see the support you're giving, not only to Dad, but to our entire family. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

As usual, I'll post as info becomes available. Until then assume that Jiffy Pop is progressing nicely and is becoming crankier and more antsy to leave by the minute. Although occasionally annoying, this is improvement, and we're grateful for it.

A quick P.S. to all of you who are nurses: thank you! Dad has had such tremendous care here, and the nurses (with one notable exception) have been so helpful, friendly, and accomodating, and I am in debt to them for the kindness and rule-breaking exceptions they have given to me. You all do great and essential work and I will forever thank you.

Also, a HUGE thank you to Beth. You have got to be the kindest person I've ever met, and I've enjoyed our talks and our outings so much. Thank you thank you thank you for the support you've given my Dad, and for being there all the time for him. You are an angel. I hope you've had a safe trip home; I'll sure miss you and I'll talk to you soon.

Erin
erinm26@hotmail.com

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Labor Day...

It's just after 8am and no news is good news. Delfts is still in the CVTR, but I fully anticipate they will move him today.

I hope the nurses let him know about the fruit I took up for him yesterday and that he was able to enjoy some of it. I will make sure he's aware of it if I am able to get up there this morning.

As for the rest of you, enjoy your holiday and grill up a brat for me. Updates as they occur. You know the drill.

Mamamontezz

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September 03, 2006

Finally...

After days of not being able to get in to see Delfts, I took that walk again and got there during one of their restrictive little visiting times. My co-workers covered the phones and would not take "no" for an answer and I thank them profusely.

He looks a lot better than I expected. I don't know exactly what I did expect, but with all that I had been told by the nurses, it wasn't good. His color looks better than it has, his eyes looked clear, and he was feeling well enough to express his righteous indignation, both at me for not being around and at the nursing staff for some incident last night. I've asked one of the administrative people to go talk to him and find out what happened, and she agreed to try to do so today, barring any other issues that might take her attention.

As for his anger at my absence, I'm going to assume that either my messages to him have not been passed along like I asked, or he was drugged enough to not remember them. It doesn't matter, not really. At least he's around to be pissed.

His current nurse is apparently his favorite, and she was pretty encouraging about his being moved to the CVPV unit. It could happen as early as this afternoon if his indicators stay good. They just want to do one more set of readings at noon before they commit to the move. When they do, I will post the room number and phone for all of you.

I know he'll be happy to have a few things of his own around him too. He has a bag packed and sitting on his computer chair with two of his pigs and the little goat that Beth sent him. It will be nice to be able to put them in the truck and bring them up and know he will get them and be able to enjoy them.

Currently his favorite things are not his pigs or his goat or his books or his fruit-cup (long story). They are his daughter Erin and his new and very special friend Beth. They have attended to him, humored him, bucked him up when he needed bucking up, cajoled him into cooperating (if I know him), and been gracious in their kindness. He is a lucky man for having them.

*heavy sigh*

Anyway... As soon as I know more I'll let you know.

Mamamontezz

Update: One of my wonderful co-workers stopped at the grocer on her break and brought back a quart of fresh pineapple chunks for Delfts to help satisfy this fruit fixation he is having. Fruit he can have. Red meat is history, but fruit is do-able. So much so that on the way to take the pineapple to his unit, I stopped off at the cafeteria and picked up most of a pint of fresh strawberries too.

Of course, when I got up there he was sound asleep, upright in the chair, his head bent over like his neck was broken. All I could think was "Why the hell didn't someone wake him enough to get him into his bed before he got that far under?"

Anyway, his fruit is upstair in the unit fridge with his name on it, and the nurse assured me she'd make sure he got some if he asked.

I also asked about this move to the other unit that she had discussed with us in the morning. Weeeellll, as is the case of most things around here, nothing is set in stone except the fact that nothing is set in stone. The highest probability is that he will spend one more night in CVTR before going to the CVPV unit. She does want to do another set of indicators and call them in to the surgical assistant so that a decision can be made soon, but nothing has been decided yet.

Soon... soon...

Mamamontezz

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September 02, 2006

Quick Update

A lot has happened, so I want to share with everyone what the doctors and Dad's fabulous nurse Maria have told me in the last couple of days. While A-Fib is not the most comfortable thing in the world, it is also not dangerous in itself. The only real danger is the risk of stroke with long-term A-Fib, so they're giving dad injections of blood thinner periodically. My maternal grandfather lived with A-Fib for 27 years and had no effects stemming from it. I myself have had episodes of it relating to my heart disorder. It sucks, but don't worry too much about the old bugger Dad's surgeon (who is highly respected and brilliant) told me that it is a "nuisance problem" that occurs quite often post-op, and they're treating it pharmaceutically and have every confidence that he'll be back in sinus rhythm soon. This has been very encouraging to me as I was quite worried yesterday morning.

Dad has made great strides since early yesterday. He was in an awful lot of pain yesterday, but everytime we visited (before the nurses fearing the nun's wrath chased us out), he improved a little. I'll admit I was still a little concerned last night, but I am very glad he's still in the recovery unit, because he's receiving outstanding care from the best nurse I've ever encountered (and for a 26 year-old, I've met a good number of them). Maria is a Godsend. She shares info willingly and with a smile and she's treated Dad with both compassion and dignity. Never underestimate the healing power of a good nurse.

Today's visits have been extraordinarily encouraging. Dad is sitting up for a few hours at a time, much more cheerful, listening to music, and even doing crossword puzzles! The respiratory therapist said he might move today, but the surgeon said he would probably move to a progressive care unit early tomorrow. While there have been setbacks like fluid retention and nausea and vomiting, his overall health is greatly improved from yesterday and quite a treat for our family!

As the nuns aren't here right now and the unit has many open beds, the nurses have relaxed visiting hours and are letting us stay back for as long as we want (as long as we're not interfering with his care or rest), so I'm going to have to wrap this up and go see my Popsicle. Thanks for your prayers, keep the cards coming, and watch for updates from either Lila or myself.

Erin

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Saturday

Just got in to work and called the floor. Delfts is still in CVTR, the recovery area where he has been since his surgery on Tuesday. The nurse du jour said at 7:30 that he was still in A-fib and would not be leaving the unit anytime this weekend.

I'll keep an eye on the unit and put up any changes as I hear them... Personally, I hope it's a quiet weekend and that there's nothing to post. Healing is the best thing for him. Maybe the next couple of days will make the difference.

Mamamontezz

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September 01, 2006

Frantic Friday

Because of issues with visiting hours and a low fever that I have been fighting intermittantly all week, I have still not been able to see Delfts. Resting all day yesterday on my day off and working on getting better seemed to work at least temporarily. I may not be "Medically Trained" and involved in patient care, but I do know enough to reduce the risk of his picking up an infection while he recovers, especially after the report I read last week.

But I did feel a little better, so I decided to put the decision in the hands of the nurses on his unit. I made arrangements for an extended break to allow me the time needed to walk the .25+ mile to his room, then called the nurse to get clearance based on the fevers.

That was when I found out about last night.

Atrial Fibrilation. On a drip to restore sinus rhythm since last night, and as of 9:30 it had not dropped back into sinus. But if you ask the nurse, all she'll say is "He's doing okay."

I'm not happy. I can't talk to him, I can't see him, I can't make it better...

Hopefully I'll know more later. In the meantime, he has no business being in a step-down unit, so hopefully they'll keep him right where he is.

So at this point I'm reading everything I can find on AF and it's implications at this point in his recovery so that I can prepare for whatever is in store for him, good or bad.

Update:

I spoke to the nurse over my lunch and got a little bit more information.

Delfts is awake, aware, and at the moment sitting up in a chair. He is still in A-Fib but the rhythm is steady and acceptably slow at this point. They are doing what essentially a Medical Cardioversion to try to restore the sinus rhythm. Although he has still not achieved it, he is stable.

It's not as bad as it sounded this morning, but it's still worrisome. Based on what I read this morning, Delfts could have been dealing with A-Fib for years and the A-Fib caused all of this instead of the reverse. Regardless of the chicken/egg possibilities of this, there are several treatment options open for consideration. I'll be interested in hearing the concensus that his cardiologist and cv surgeon come to.

Update 2: Just because he is in Cardiac Recovery does not mean he cannot receive cards. The only restriction is that he cannot have anything "Alive" in his room because of the increased risk of developing infection. Cards are fine and are something I think he would appreciate. Especially the ones with nekedness and boobage. He's quite fond of the boobage. Stick some boobage on a Rottie just for fun and send that. Just make sure the boobage is on XX members of humanity. He is a bit picky that way.

Send your cards and letters to:

St Vincent Hospital
Attn: Patient Lambertus Meyer
2001 West 86th Street
Indianapolis, IN 46260

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Ups and Downs

Today was a roller coaster for dear old dad (or Jiffy Pop, as I now call him after seeing him in his metallic pre-op shower cap-esque thing). This morning when Beth and I went in, he was in a lot of pain, and his blood pressure was unstable and going back up to his normal Oh-My-God-He's-Going-To-Stroke level, which made the nurses uneasy. Throughout the day he made improvements, however. He got lots of rest, and with massive pharmaceutical intervention he was able to maintain a manageable pressure. He was also able to get some sleep today, so we sat with him in silence and watched the fascinating film that is the heart monitor. It was nice to see regular blips and encouraging numbers.

By the last visiting hour of the day (and as you read on Lila's post, visiting hours are fairly strictly enforced and few and far between -- I really have to make the most of my four visiting hours a day), Dad was able to manage a smile -especially when his sister was teasing him about a childhood nickname. I was fairly discouraged this morning, but feeling much better as I left tonight, being reminded that recovery is not a linear process, but rather a series of of advances and setbacks that grow increasingly favorable.

Between the third and fourth visiting times today, we went to Target (or Nirvana manifested, as I like to think of it) and Best Buy and bought Dad a small CD player and a CD of Gregorian chants so that he can listen to some music tomorrow and mask the sound of his monitors constantly reminding him that his normal blood pressure is freakishly high to the hospital staff.

All in all, Dad is still doing well, and if all goes well should be in a regular room with a number and a phone by tomorrow night. When that happens I will post his info so that you can wish him well in card or voice form.

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August 30, 2006

The Old Dad

It's time for my update, and the news is still fabulous! When I walked into the room this morning for the first visiting hour, I was surprised to find that he looked even better than last night. And imagine my shock when he was awake and speaking (and more lucid than he is when he is well)! Unfortunately, that speaking continued, and when I went in between visiting times to accompany a visiting minister friend of the family, Dad was being a smart ass cranky cantankerous old man. It was nice to see that Dad was himself again.

At the second and third visiting hours, he continued to show improvement. His blood pressure, which is always sky high, is still fluctuating, and he's still on a very low dose of a medicine which controls his heart rhythm, but he's making tremendous strides. He's very tired and not sleeping, but by the end of tonight's last visiting time he was actually beginning to relax, and maybe even snore a little (but he'll deny that to his far-in-the-future dying day).

The fabulous night nurse Heather assured us that he is doing well, and she's fairly confident that he'll be moved to a regular room sometime tomorrow (just as soon as he's completely off the rhythm meds).

In all, it was a very positive day with good news and even a little joking and levity. Dad yelled at us to stop making him laugh as it causes his chest to hurt, but he certainly had a twinkle in his eye more than once. I want to again thank you all for your continued messages of support. They mean a lot. More news to follow...

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