Well, my husband’s replacement hospital bed arrived this morning!
Though I am perplexed.
I thought he was approved for a heavier weight bearing bed. Instead, he got the exact same bed as before. Which is rated to above what my husband is, but that didn’t stop the other one from starting to break.
The mattress, however, is an “ultra” version that has a higher weight rating. It’s also thinner at the foot end, which I found interesting.
After talking to the guy who brought it about what I had been expecting and why, he did make sure I got the paperwork and showed me the number to call, if this one breaks. As for the old one, he figures it’s just going to get recycled, as it might not be worth fixing.
While this was being delivered and set up, my husband was on his way to the city for the paracentisis.
No, he did not get discharged after it.
We are, however, wondering why he had it in the first place.
The doctor actually asked him, right from the start, why was he there? It turns out the pocket of fluid was so small, it was not a concern at all. He even offered for my husband to cancel the procedure completely, because it was not needed. With all the fuss about it, we thought it had to have been something big, but no. Even the hospital that first found it, while doing the liver ultrasound, had noted that it was small (which we were never told). This was not something that got smaller because of all the fluids they’ve been getting out of him in the last few weeks (he was down another 6 or 7 this morning).
In the end, my husband decided to get it done, and the doctor sent the fluid back to the local hospital to do whatever they wanted with it, since he had no instructions at all.
The doctor wasn’t the only one trying to figure out what was going on.
A big deal was made about my husband’s size and weight. An ambulance with a higher weight bearing stretcher came in all the way from the city. When they arrived at his door and he could see them trying to figure out if they could fit it through the doorway, he offered to go to them.
Their response was, “you can walk?!?!”
He did not need a bariatric stretcher. He would have been just fine on a regular stretcher. They couldn’t figure out why they were there. They were expecting someone much bigger, and immobile.
He was accompanied by the home care aid. She had absolutely nothing to do, other than be along for the ride.
The procedure itself took maybe 2 minutes.
The team then too him back to the local hospital, after which they had to head back to the city themselves.
We just can’t figure it out. This pocket of fluid was one of the big reasons given for his being kept in hospital – more than we knew for the longest time, since it turned out he didn’t need an angiogram. Such a big deal was made over it, and the need to get a guided ultrasound because he was “so big” and the pocket was so deep, and such a big deal about needing special equipment because of his weight… and his weight wasn’t even an issue. Once the edema was being treated, they quickly got him to below the weight limit for the stretchers they have locally, and he’s dropped so much weight, they even used a smaller cuff to take his blood pressure this morning.
So why has he been kept for so long?
My husband theorizes they might simply be scared to discharge him, with his heart function so low, but the only thing that can be done about that right now is to continue restricting fluids and give him the diuretic.
For now, they have to wait until a doctor goes over the results of the paracentesis, and probably for the lab to run some tests on the fluid. With it being Easter weekend, if that isn’t done by tomorrow, I don’t see him coming home until after Easter, simply because there won’t be staff to run the tests.
And so we wait another day.