This going to be short for now as I am thinking about documenting my recovery.
I mean who can't laugh at themselves when you have to clean up your own shit, I literally started a chapter diary.
I would also like to hear other members pain,struggle laughter.
On April 23rd, I went for a hernia repair, remember NO surgery is routine.
Surgery went great, I was in recovery within 45 minutes of starting.
I was gettimg clear minded enough to call my mother and tell her that I'm ready and all is good.
She in turn calls my wife who is caring for her mother which is on Hospice care.
After I hung up, I showed the nurse a picture of our shepherds,my wife.
TO THIS DAY THIS IS WHAT I'M TOLD, as I do not remember anything about what happened,except showing up for surgery.
I didn't leave the step down unit for a rehabilitation facility until yesterday (05/01/19) when the crash team came by to see me off.
A nurse said she was the one I was taking to before I
coded and was wondering if I remembered, I SAID NO.
She said that she figured as much because I stuttered once and fell out.
She shocked me twice, then applied CPR, another established an airway, they prepared area for femoral line in and a line in my neck, this was all while riding the crash cart going to the Catheter Lab.
They had the stints and cath along with all the other lines in within 35 mins.
This is where things become fucked up, I am having mini-strokes the whole time.
So,Cardiac ICU team decides to put me into a drug induced coma, hook me to a bypass filtration/cooling so my body could rest.
This went on for almost 4 days and had all kind of Neuro people,as well as the Cardiac folks watching over me 24/7
They removed me from the cardiac unit to a regular ICU after they brought me around.
I was restrained and still had an airway in when I woke up to my wife holding my shoulders down telling me not to freakout as I am incubated and restrained.
More to follow.
I mean who can't laugh at themselves when you have to clean up your own shit, I literally started a chapter diary.
I would also like to hear other members pain,struggle laughter.
On April 23rd, I went for a hernia repair, remember NO surgery is routine.
Surgery went great, I was in recovery within 45 minutes of starting.
I was gettimg clear minded enough to call my mother and tell her that I'm ready and all is good.
She in turn calls my wife who is caring for her mother which is on Hospice care.
After I hung up, I showed the nurse a picture of our shepherds,my wife.
TO THIS DAY THIS IS WHAT I'M TOLD, as I do not remember anything about what happened,except showing up for surgery.
I didn't leave the step down unit for a rehabilitation facility until yesterday (05/01/19) when the crash team came by to see me off.
A nurse said she was the one I was taking to before I
coded and was wondering if I remembered, I SAID NO.
She said that she figured as much because I stuttered once and fell out.
She shocked me twice, then applied CPR, another established an airway, they prepared area for femoral line in and a line in my neck, this was all while riding the crash cart going to the Catheter Lab.
They had the stints and cath along with all the other lines in within 35 mins.
This is where things become fucked up, I am having mini-strokes the whole time.
So,Cardiac ICU team decides to put me into a drug induced coma, hook me to a bypass filtration/cooling so my body could rest.
This went on for almost 4 days and had all kind of Neuro people,as well as the Cardiac folks watching over me 24/7
They removed me from the cardiac unit to a regular ICU after they brought me around.
I was restrained and still had an airway in when I woke up to my wife holding my shoulders down telling me not to freakout as I am incubated and restrained.
More to follow.
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