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Follow-Up Doc Appt

Monday, August 13th, 2007

Went to our GP to set up Jim’s routine INR readings (come in, get needled every two weeks) and all is well.  The routines are fully established and life returns to what passes as normal for us. Jim is taking a few days off this week for us to play and rest a bit before my school year starts on Friday. So….  HOPEFULLY this is the last post on this thread for a very long uneventful time.  Thanks for checking in, commenting, praying, and seeing us through our continued odd journey.  I shall start a new thread as we pursue the arm and the decisions and interesting things related to that.  It shan’t be “Farewell to Arm” but maybe “Take Arms Against a Sea of Troubles” or not… tune in to for future notes!


Hi ho, Hi ho, It’s off to work he goes…

Friday, August 10th, 2007

Haven’t heard from him so I suspect he is dashing about here and there and being fed the fatted calf etc as the returning thin-blooded hero that he is.

Popcorn has figured out that being mad at us for being gone so much was not to his advantage so last night he sat by me on the couch for a quick scritching but THEN, oh FRABulous FRABulous day, he spotted his daddy and left me in the dust.  He curled up on Jim’s lap and all was right in all worlds.

It is too hot to do serious outdoor work, so I am off to battle weeds with vinegar spray (since I cannot be trusted not to get poison ivy if I pull them) and possibly clean the pool filter.  Oh glorious mundane day!


Thursday, August 9th, 2007

‘Nuff said. No time yet, but we are homeward bound 2 (.3) DAY!

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Doc has come and gone.  IF Jim’s INR goes UP, he can go home tomorrow.  There is not much more to say. I asked if we could manage it at home and just bring him for tests daily but without the lovenox shots he gets here, and without an INR of over two, there is a risk. So here we are. 

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

W. Shakespeare

Didja hear that?

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

THAT was the sound of me suppressing my instinct to strangle someone and my head popping open.

Jim’s INR is DOWN this morning, from 1.87 to 1.8.  I haven’t seen the doc yet (think he might be hiding) but now our homecoming is doubtful.  More later…. probably MUCH more.




Tuesday, August 7th, 2007



I TOLD her not to cross me….

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

Arrived this morning to find the nurse I am a little put-out with is our nurse today – Tara.  So I go in and find Jim asleep, breakfast tray untouched. I asked Tara what the morning INR report was and I swore she said 1.7.  I sat back down and then thought, “Wait. It was 1.7 yesterday.” So I went back out to the desk and asked to see either Tara or Jim’s chart. She finally shows up and I ask how his INR could be 1.7 if that is what it was yesterday.  She very snippily said, “I did not say 1.7.  I said 1 point something and that I would come tell you.” “I’m sorry.  I thought you said 1.7.”  “No.  It is 1.87 now.” When I inquired what medications he had had today as he was soundly sleeping and his breakfast tray had not been touched she exasperatedly told me he had his dialudid.  I asked WHEN.  6:56 a.m.  I asked WHEN before that. 4 times last night.  WHEN 4 times last night. I then asked about the xanax as it was unusual for Jim to be so sleepy.  “He was sleeping yesterday,” she informed me, like I was lying about him or something. Yes, I told her, he was but he is even sleepier today. I asked about calling the admitting doctor to see if we could be discharged today. She told me we just had to wait for him to show up.

I went back to the room.

 And got angry.

So I took a short walk with the charge nurse and told her I just didn’t have a good communication line or trust with Tara and wanted another nurse. The charge nurse is now taking care of Jim’s meds etc.


Doctor has been here and says another day.  Bummer. So we are here at least through till tomorrow.  He did also say that all the tests that are back so far do not show any blood abnormalities that would cause the clotting so the general wisdom is that the clots are still from Jim’s odd vascularity.

That is it mostly.  The chair, by the way, is still horribly uncomfortable. 

The sun will come out…. tomorrow…. if we can just hold on till tomorrow….

Monday, August 6th, 2007

INR is now 1.7 so we are hoping to get parolled tomorrow.  Doc has been in. Nothing new.

I had my doc appt as well, and am on official blood pressure watch and must record 4 times a week and come back in 3 or 4 weeks for final decision.  Reprieve!

Anyhow, check back for the hopeful end to this chapter of the ongoing saga tomorrow…..


DON’T cross me

Monday, August 6th, 2007

SO I finally get in to the hospital around 10:10 this morning and I hear Jim on the phone with the nurses station. He is requesting his pain meds.  I sit. We chat. We discuss that the xanax does not seem to be working. He lays there. I read the ENTIRE paper.  He calls the nurses station again at 10:45.  At 11 I go out to the desk.  Say I, “Is there a problem in getting the pain meds to Mr. Fox?  He called at 10:10 and 10:45.”  They scurried about. They figured out who his nurse is. They say they will send her immediately.  Our tech nurse mouths to me “be sure to ask her why when she shows up”. She comes in a few minutes later and begins to do his pain meds.  I ask why it took an hour and two calls and a visit to the desk to get this med.  She says she got no call. She implies we didn’t call. I assure her we did. She gives a lengthy explanation of being in some other room who called three times.  She got those calls.  None from us blah blah blah. She leaves.

I call the charge nurse and she comes in to see us.  We explain the story, and ask that she find out what happened, and make sure it does not happen again.  She assures us that will be done. 

Don’t TICK ME OFF or my high-blood pressured head may explode all over you.  (BTW – I have a doc appt at 3:30 so you can all lay off me).


And so the Mama Bear awakens….

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

I was texting my friend Susan (nurse extraordinaire) who said that I should definitely be bugging the nurses to get the doctors to do SOMETHING to ameliorate Jim’s last hour before drugs twitchiness. So I did.  And lo and behold, the doc has prescribed xanax to see if that will help.  Now for three days now they have all observed the agonizing hour Jim would spend before the drug time arrived but NONE of them offered a Possible solution? I assumed since I had asked similar things before that there was NO solution.  Susan responded to my ire with this text: “He was under-assessed as in didn’t assess thoroughly enough…. not just symptoms but how those symptoms have impacted quality of life – basic nursing 101”.  I am withholding my response till I see if the stuff works.  WHEN I know that, in about an hour, I will begin to compose my response, which, in the interest of continued care for my hubby, I will withhold until we are discharged. BUT BOY OH BOY WATCH OUT THEN.