A bad couple of weeks
Sunday, July 26, 2020
The title pretty much sums it up. First, about 10 days ago, we woke up to find Trinket, our little cat, acting really off. Weird things - normally she wakes me up by nudging me in the face, or tapping me with her paw. She was on the pillow on the dresser and not moving. Her eyes were dilated but she was just sitting there and acted afraid. At first, I thought she had gone blind.
I called the emergency vet after consulting with my sister, who is a vet. We decided to wait until our vet was open, just to see if we could get in but they didn't have an appointment until 3. We took it, but decided to take her to emergency.
They assessed her and said her vitals were fine but couldn't tell more without a vet seeing her. They triage first, before charging you, which I thought was pretty good. We decided we were more comfortable with her regular vet, so we took her home and watched her, then took her in .
Nothing could be found on physical exam and at least she had normal vision function. I decided to proceed with bloodwork and blood pressure testing and we went home. At home, I moved a laundry basket in the hallway...and found a pill that was chewed up with the contents all over the floor! It was a medication that I take, and I quickly called the vet back. It was clear that sometime in the night, she had found this pill to play with and bit into it.
They had me call poison control and pretty much, they take your information and consult with your vet. Basically, it was a watch and see situation. The next day, her tests were normal.
It took her several days to be back to herself. It was extremely upsetting as I felt so guilty that I had dropped something that she got into. It has been a terrible fear of mine that came true.
Overlapping with this was the fact that Ken was experiencing chest pain. We had gone to the ER a couple of weeks ago and went home as the wait to see someone was so long. HIs cardiologist put him on an extended version of nitroglycerin, suspecting spasms. We went in for an appointment on Friday, day after the Trinket event, and had some tests done.
His levels of tryponin (indicates a bit of heart damage) were a bit high so he and his doctor decided he needed to go in for an angioplasty. That was July 22, this past Wednesday. He had to have another stent placed and had to stay overnight. It was a nightmare. His roommate was not wearing his mask consistently, and talked loudly and constantly on the phone. Despite expressing my concerns several times to the nursing staff, including the charge nurse, nothing was done. We were about to check him out but the on-call doctor talked him out of it.
I went home at about 10:30 and was back there early the next morning. Because visting hours are restricted, it was difficult to get back to his room. The oncall doctor had assured him we would be first on rounds and he would expedite his discharge. None of that happened and we never saw the doctor. Ken told me that it got so bad that he went into the bathroom to try and sleep on the bench in there. I am still so upset about all of this and Ken still isn't feeling great. He had some problems with bleeding control after the procedure and has been really tired.
This just adds to my discouragement about the world. I have come away feeling like so there is too little concern for others. I consistently see it when I'm out; despite the required mask orders, I observed several people in the store with their masks off, and one man going around telling others that they weren't required to. I'm ready to move into the woods far away from people.
So I hate to be the negative nelly, but recent experiences have left me bereft. I hope things are better in your world.