Cross-Post: The Event, Part 4

Lulu: “Dada has posted the next installment of his series from when he was in the hospital.”
Chaplin: “Hey, look, Charlee, Substitute Charlee is back.”
Charlee: “There is no substitute for me!”

I was in the ICU for a total of nine days while they kept my blood pressure very tightly controlled and checked me daily for vasospasms. (They got a concerning doppler reading one time, so off I went with Substitute Charlee for another CT scan; it did show vasospasms were occurring, but I remained asymptomatic, and scanned clean the next day.) My cousins and a few friends continued to drop by to keep me company, which was nice, and I had a series of terrific ICU nurses to take care of me. After a few days in ICU they decided to take out my IV and put in a subclavian PICC line, so they could administer medications and draw blood without having to stick me all the time. That was a relief, although the process of getting it put in was far from fun. Once the PICC line was there I mostly forgot about it; funny what you can get used to when you have to, and when the alternative is multiple jabs with sharp pointy objects.

via The Event, Part 4

4 thoughts on “Cross-Post: The Event, Part 4”

  1. I am still stunned at how lucky you were—-are–still am. Here you are (after all that) bringing us up to speed on the terror, the healing process, and the amazing (thankfully so) knowledge of our medical world. YAY

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  2. Oh, MY! Your humor is just what I needed today, after a crazy shift at the nursing facility where I work…and I loved your descriptive renderings of your stay in ICU.

    I shall have to remember the Grapevine moves, next time I help someone ambulate in the hallways, LOL!

    Thanks for sharing your story with all of us:)

    (Repeat of the comment on your personal blog…)

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  4. Our Dad spend many moons working at hospitals and it sounds like your sense of humor and a great medical team made a big difference. We’re so glad all is okay but we do know how scared your wife had to be.

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