September 2, 2005

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    7 hours in ER....again


    Shit.  I just got home from the hospital...Jim is still there.  His potassium was horribly low so they decided to keep him and pump him full of burning potassium IVs to try to get his level back up.  I was listening to his heart and he was having a LOT of PVCs so that combined with his swelling and horrible leg cramps made me get him up and take him in.  Hopefully, he'll be released tomorrow.  The nurses are great in Cardiac and we know them all but it sure doesn't compare to being home.


    Me...I had to come home and get a little sleep because Chase will be here in a few hours.  His little 3-year-old energy will whup my ass tomorrow!  We'll head over to the hospital for bed rides with Grandpa sometime tomorrow.


    Birdie is fine...Chase named him Thumper.  Robin and family are going to adopt him unless someone answers a found ad.  It turns out that I'm a bit allergic to him so I didn't think it would be a great idea for him to move in permanently.


    On to bed...


     

Comments (6)

  • Bummer!  Bananas... will that help?  I hope he gets to come home today.  Bed ride & Thumper, how cute.  Give Jim and energy boy (((hugs))) for me!

  • i am  (have) scanned through you posts for a few days back...stress on the brink of crisis and sorrow huh? so so sorry. random connected thought...we had a home birth with our third, clare, midwives for all three but Clare on the "big bed," in our family student housing "condo" at UC Irvine. are you a doula? during med school i would often think that labor and birth medicine is the only field where the patient is actually experiencing a non-pathological event which brings them to the doctor anyway. i won't ramble on using up all  your comment space, sorry so sorry (as a disconnected stranger can be) about your heart valve pleurisy hospital potssium stresses. Ken

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  • Dear Lisa,

    I thought I left you a comment yesterday, but something must have happened. (probably losing my memory) I liked the "sailor" post. I can swear like a sailor, but on my Xanga and poetry group, I always "edit" the language by using asterisks, like f*ck and sh*t. It doesn't really disquise the words, but for some reason reading profanity turns me off. So I don't do it. Some of my early poems are filled with profanity. 

    RYC: I joined the FG group because of the idea that "we" could "take over" featured content. I'm not a "comment wh*re". Actually, my comments are more like letters, and some have been known to be longer than the posts to which I am replying. I was actually "watching" the featured content page the other night, and while some of the sites from FG have gotten Featured, I hadn't yet, and am a bit disappointed. But it doesn't really matter. Personally, the amount of new readers I have gained pales in comparison to the new friendships I hope I have established.

    I will have to return and find out the stories of Jim, Chase, Birdie, Thumper, Grampa and Robin. Have I left anyone out?

    Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool 

  • Sorry to hear this , Lisa . Really you have permanent worries with Jim ' s health . But tomorrow he will be better at home and you will have Chase . Better forecasting  !

    Love       Michel

  • Hi Lisa, long time in dropping by but by the sound of this blog it seems like you are both having to deal with a lot of the same deep concerns.  Take care... 

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