Around 6 a.m. this morning Hubby had a bleed into his brain. The ENT (ear, nose, throat) doc saw him about an hour later but didn't realize what was happening. His report is that Hubby has a serious mass (not a tumor but some kind of infection) in his lower throat pushing on his vocal cords. Surgery was / is still scheduled for 12:30 tomorrow to drain it. When I arrived I began making all kinds of noises about this not being the Hubby I left at 6 p.m. last night (teach me to go home and try to catch some rest). I had missed the ENT guy but soon others began to arrive and our primary care physician and our floor nurse listened to me about my rising concerns about Hubby's condition. So ordered a CAT scan when Hubby finally offered up that he had a terrible pain in his head. He was less than alert and got more and more "cloudy" as the morning wore on. A STAT order for the CAT showed the bleed and the upshot is that Hubby is now in the ICU with thoughts that he may need to be intubated to make sure he can breath and swallow. Right now they are inserting a PIC line in his upper arm to help deliver the meds. The bleed did not initially look serious enough to require surgery but could be handled with clotting drugs -- which is the double edged sword when dealing the heart patients who throw blood clots into their lungs if their blood is not thinned.
The mental condition of Hubby is what's so very scarey right now. Hopefully we caught the bleed quickly enough to ensure a full recovery. Prayers, please.
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
Hospitals
I haven't given up on the blog but Hubby is back in our local hospital. It's not heart related this time for which I'm very grateful. He has been having trouble speaking, swallowing, and sometimes breathing for the last four years. Also lots of problems with foods that aren't soft. The last two weeks have been especially bad -- to the point where I thought he truly was in congestive heart failure. But the pacemaker is still doing the job and the heart is beating fine.
Yesterday the ER took lots of history and did a scope of his esophagus which was clear except for some polyps which they biopsied. But he was having real trouble gathering breath after he had swallowed some aspirin so they determined it was time to look more intensely. He was admitted -- on Labor Day rooms in the heart ward were scare so he got himself the VIP suite (very plush) -- and today they have CAT scanned and done a swallow test and scoped some more. Maybe tomorrow we will know more.
He was NPO (nothing by mouth) from 8 a.m. yesterday until 5 p.m. today so he happily downed the banana I got him from the cafeteria before I left for home. He is only being given thin liquid and soft foods right now so he is pretty unhappy, laying about and NOT eating. He announced that tomorrow "I'm going home, I don't care what they say," so we've had the encouraging talk which I think he completely ignored. However, they don't keep you in the hospitals now unless they need to -- so I truly imagine he is coming home tomorrow.
It's depressing sitting in hospital rooms 12 hours a day. I'm not staying with him at night -- he's not in a precarious position, just miserable, and the dogs need to see a human at least for a bit each day.
Peace out -- until we have some good news to share (or maybe just news). M.
Yesterday the ER took lots of history and did a scope of his esophagus which was clear except for some polyps which they biopsied. But he was having real trouble gathering breath after he had swallowed some aspirin so they determined it was time to look more intensely. He was admitted -- on Labor Day rooms in the heart ward were scare so he got himself the VIP suite (very plush) -- and today they have CAT scanned and done a swallow test and scoped some more. Maybe tomorrow we will know more.
He was NPO (nothing by mouth) from 8 a.m. yesterday until 5 p.m. today so he happily downed the banana I got him from the cafeteria before I left for home. He is only being given thin liquid and soft foods right now so he is pretty unhappy, laying about and NOT eating. He announced that tomorrow "I'm going home, I don't care what they say," so we've had the encouraging talk which I think he completely ignored. However, they don't keep you in the hospitals now unless they need to -- so I truly imagine he is coming home tomorrow.
It's depressing sitting in hospital rooms 12 hours a day. I'm not staying with him at night -- he's not in a precarious position, just miserable, and the dogs need to see a human at least for a bit each day.
Peace out -- until we have some good news to share (or maybe just news). M.
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