After I wrote about our foggy morning, yesterday, my daughter and I headed to town for her shift.
Locally, we had a light, moody fog. By the time we left, it was pretty much gone.
On the way to town, we drove into a wall of fog, that just kept getting denser as we got closer to the lake!
I took this picture in the grocery store parking lot.
Keep in mind that my phone’s camera cleans visibility up quite a bit with smoke or fog, so in real life, the visibility was actually much less. Even so, I would normally be able to see several buildings, including the hospital my husband is in, from here!
Since my daughter had a short shift, my plan was to head to stay in town after visiting my husband in the hospital until he needed to lie down and sleep. We were expecting visitors for him, though, and we didn’t know when they would arrive. When I got there, one of the things I noticed right away is that my husband no longer had his IV port. His arms were in such rough shape, though, I had to document it. 😦
This is where the first port was located. It had been there for something like 8 days. It’s also where they had injected him with massive amounts of glucose, to keep him from going into a diabetic coma. That happened a week ago, and there is still bruising! They switched to his other arm soon after.
Most of the damage you see here is from the adhesive bandage!
When he had gone in for his ECG, and they needed to inject him with a substance that would make his heart more visible, the anesthesiologist first tried to use this IV port, but it didn’t work. He got another one in the hand. He left the port in the elbow, because he didn’t want to take out an IV port that another hospital had put in, but he also left his own port in the hand, so that if they did take out the elbow one, they could use the hand one, and not have to poke more needles into my husband.
When he got back, nothing was done about either. He ended up taking out the one in his hand himself.
They didn’t notice.
Anyhow, not having any IV ports anymore did make things more comfortable for him, and one thing less to worry about as he moved around.
Normally, I’d stay until he became too tired and went for a nap, then come back with my daughter, later on. This day, however, his father and a family friend were able to come and visit him. Which was so awesome! It’s been way too long since we have seen them. After a while, though, it was obvious my husband was in need of a rest, so my FIL decided it was time to go. I admit, it was kinda funny to see my FIL working himself up to get up from his walker, at the same time my husband was working himself up to get up from the chair, so they could hug goodbye!
My husband had the harder time of it. 😦
After that, we had several serendipitous visits crossing of paths, and I ended up going out for lunch with my brother and his wife! I so enjoy their company. 🙂 They weren’t quite able to see my husband, though, as he had to sleep by then.
So that all made for a tiring, but good day for him.
It was a bit surreal for me at one point, though, when I found out from my SIL which room my father had been in when he passed away, just a couple doors away from my husband’s room. It was then that I remembered that my MIL had also passed away in this same hospital, though she never made it beyond Emergency. My husband was still mobile enough to make it out to her funeral from the province we were living in at the time. That was the last time he’d been able to see his father until we moved here.
It does make one consider our own mortality at a different level, that’s for sure.
I was back again this morning, early enough that he hadn’t even got his breakfast tray yet. I hoped to be there when the doctor came by, but as the on-call emergency room doctor, there was no way to predict when he would arrive. I just stayed until my husband had to lie down and sleep again. I was there when his vitals, daily weigh, etc. were done, though. He was down about 6 pounds in 24 hours, which would be almost all fluids. All his vitals were good, too. So that was encouraging.
Some hours after I’d gone home the doctor was able to come by, and we finally got some hard information.
The first is, I was wrong when I last wrote about my husband’s heart function being down by 20%. No. It is down TO 20%. !!! More specifically, that is what his ejection fraction is.
When he first came in, they were talking about right heart failure, due to the edema. However, an ejection fraction is left heart. This is a measure of blood flow, and normal is 55% or higher.
There isn’t much they can do for him about it, though. The requisition for an angiogram is in, and it’s just a waiting game with that. There is also the fluid they want to remove under guided imagery. Both of these, he says, can be done on an outpatient basis.
Also, the catheter could be removed.
I’m not sure which was the better news for my husband; the fact that he might be going home very soon, of the removal of his dancing partner.
Pretty sure it was the removal of his dancing partner, at this point!
No word on when he would be going home, though when my daughter and I came back to see him this afternoon, he said he got the impression he might be allowed to leave as early as tomorrow. !!
Wouldn’t that be something?
I won’t bank on it until I’m being told I can pack him up and bring the van to the door, to take him home, though.
One thing is for sure; our routine at home is going to go through quite a few changes. We just don’t now in what way, yet. We’ll know as the doctors talk to him about his care and treatment plan – and that might not even happen until after the angiogram!
We shall see what tomorrow brings!