Pain and More Pain
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I wasn't going to talk about this but changed my mind.
As you know on Saturday Wheeler got an ileus which necessitated that we make a quick 2 hour trip to St. Louis for emergency surgery. During surgery she experienced a perforated bowel with repair. The kept her in ICU Saturday evening, all day Sunday, and Monday until the evening when she was scheduled for discharge.
On Monday my dad had open heart surgery. As I had an infection prior to his surgery I had been advised to not see him until my MRSA lesion and herpes simples (fever blister) had crusted over and I was fever free. This happened so I fit the parameter the hospital stated for when I could see him. My son and I got up early on Monday and planned on going down during the day as we didn't have to pick up Wheeler until later in the evening. The vet said if she got to come home they were open until midnight. Dad would be a 3 hour drive there and 3 hours back so we wanted to leave as soon as possible. So I called CCU and asked how dad was doing and how soon we could come to see him. I was told that they didn't know he had a daughter and that no one had mentioned me though I had called them every day. They were very suspicious and stated that I was not on a list of people who was allowed to visit. They told me that the only people on the list were my uncle and half brother. I was shocked and asked if my dad had prepared the list and they said it had been prepared by my brother who has power of attorney. They also told me that they could not share any information about dad's condition either. So I told them I would appreciate if they would tell my dad I called and to tell him that I love him. I was really hurt and angry. It's about the most inconsiderate thing that has ever happened to me. And I'm not referring to the hospital policy either.
I was pretty upset but I try to take things in stride and I decided to salvage the day. I spent my day catching up on housework so I would be ready for Wheeler. When my husband came home he asked me why we didn't go see dad and I told him while trying to act brave and keep from crying. I moved across the room and turned my back to my son and husband so they would not see my face but my son and husband both knew. My son got up out of his chair and came over and put his arm around me and I looked at my husband out of the corner of my eye and his eyes were full of tears as tears streamed down my face. I could not talk for quite a while and when I could I apologized as I'm not a tearful person or a whiner. All I could get out was that I can't even have permission to see my own father.
Well, enough said on that note. Life is full of painful events and it is best to move on. I know I am very blessed to have such a wonderful son and husband. I am going to concentrate on what I have and not on what I don't have.
We waited to hear from the vet and received a call from the her saying that Wheeler could go home but she had developed a post op complication. She had a prolapsed rectum that they hoped would resolve on it's own but I would have to take care of it by lubricating it every 2 hours around the clock. I agreed and we drove 2 hours there and 2 hours back to pick her up. The poor little thing was so glad to see me she put her little arms out to me to pick her up and she crawled onto me. My husband held her all the way home. She had 3 meds to give twice a day. I stayed up all night lubricating her prolapsed rectum but as the night went on it got worse and worse. By morning I had to call the vet and drive 2 hours to take her back over there as almost 3 inches of her rectum and intestine were out. The vet and his technician were shocked when they saw it and said I had done a good job of saving the tissues. They had to take her back to surgery and do a purse stitch on her rectum. She got to come back home and we drove the 2 hours home and she has been my lap baby practically every since. I did sleep last night with her cage next to my bed but I'm still tired. My son or husband takes her sometime for me so I can get a little work done. But she wants me. She does not want to be alone in the cage. She is not doing well. Not wanting to eat. Not having any stools. We may still lose her. It breaks my heart.
I called the hospital again today about Dad and he is out of CCU already and he was eating. I won't get to talk to him but at least he is doing well.
Thanks for being my friend.