Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Whew . . .
I just got out of the CVCU last Friday, late. I was there for observation and testing after not doing well with a chemical stress test. I found out that I was being released when I came back from the rest room. J told me I should get dressed and that he thought I had been there long enough. Everyone laughed at my "Huh" face and we got outa there but in due hospital time.
The most fun was taking off the oxygen monitor from my right forefinger. If you ever have to wear one, put it on your non-dominant hand as it has about ten inches of wiring and a plug that dangle from it when it is disconnected from the large machines.
I had many, many little connector-patches stuck on to my chest, shoulders and abdomen. Everybody who needed to use a set of sticky connectors seemed to require a different kind and left the other ones stuck on just in case they could be useful. There is a stubborn rectangle of adhesive near my waist that is slowly yielding to shower gel, body lotion and just plain oil. Whatever was used to adhere that one could probably have been used by NASA to stick heat proof tiles on the space shuttles.
The cats seemed glad to see me and I was more than happy to see their furry faces.
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When you get the treatment plan will you be anticipating a trip to Jax? Ron said if you and J. E. got back up, to let them know and they'd arrange to get together. Perhaps we could manage getting with you guys. I'd love to see the new and retired Alicia.
Taking one's own blood pressure is not easy. One pulls at the velcro strap to tighten it and the area of the cuff that is supposed to remain over the bracial artery revolves around with it. My newest technique involves holding the cuff with my free hand and tightening the strap using my teeth. Whatever works . . .
My cuff goes on the wrist... for that reason. Tom used to lay his arm, cuff and all - along the back of the couch until he had it tightened. Then he would press the button to inflate . . . the nurse offered to buy his cuff. Said the VA would supply him one. I thought yeah, they would but what about if I need one. The VA won't give me a new one. Better the cuff I own than the cuff I have to go out and replace for more money. (I only said it in my head, of course - the nurse is a good one and she does laundry and floors. Don't want to alienate her at all - at-all!
Laundry and floors? Will she travel?
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