I knew it would be busy this week. Mom had four doctors’ appointments scheduled: one for her toe on Monday, her general practitioner and kidney doc on Tuesday, and her cardiologist on Thursday.
She made it halfway through the list, and then went to the ER with chest pains.
I picked her up on Tuesday morning, and as I was driving to the doctor’s office, she casually said, “…and by the way, I’ve been having chest pains.”
Last time she said this to me in the car, we ended up in an ER in Sandusky, Ohio.
I offered to take her right to the ER, which was on the way to the doctor’s office, but she said no. She’d had them since 4 am. She LOOKED okay. So I sat with her in the waiting room and fidgeted nervously.
When the doc (finally!) came in, he took two listens to her heart, and said she needed to go to the ER. Her heart rate wasn’t normal.
To make a very long story short, I drove her to the ER. She’s been there for two days, and finally ended up getting another heart catheterization: two angioplasties and a stent. You know, just the Roto-Rooter man clearing out that bacon grease.
Doesn’t sound like much, but it was a big deal for her. The dye they use for angioplasties damages the kidneys, and hers are already failing. Her kidney numbers were better than usual (Praise God!), so her docs felt she could handle it.
Mom’s being discharged today. Here’s hoping it all goes smoothly!