I’m hopped up on anesthesia. Not now, as I write this, but now, as you are reading it on Monday morning, when I am scheduling it to be posted. I figured I would save myself some grief and just get Monday’s post out of the way now, on Saturday morning, while my husband and kids still slumber.
So anyway, if you’re not family or friend, you probably didn’t know that my mother had a quadruple bypass on Tuesday.
She found out a few weeks back that she had had a couple of small heart attacks, and this was alarming, so they scheduled a procedure called a cabbage. At least, I think that’s how it’s spelled, because it’s certainly how it sounds. Anyway, I guess once they got in there, there was more work to be done, so she got the whole she-bang.
The day of surgery was intense. First of all, I had a follow-up for my cataract surgery from the previous day, so while mom was under the knife, I was sitting in the ophthalmologist chair hoping my sistter wasn’t crying in the car because Dad called with terrible news or something. But no, when I came out she was there and no news was still good news, so we went on with our day. It wasn’t until about 130pm that Dad called and told me that she was okay. Surgery was over, and she was still asleep. Later, he told me that she woke up around 5pm and they took out the ventilator.
On Wednesday, I got to see her for a few minutes after work, and she was sitting up in a chair. She was on oxygen, which was a good thing because she wasn’t breathing as well without it, and was able to talk much more. Visiting hours ended early because Covid, so I was only there for a little bit. On Thursday I went for lunch which was chaos at the hospital. Visiting hours start EXACTLY at noon, not one second before, so there was a line out the door of folks waiting to see their loved ones. When I finally got through the screening, I got upstairs and found her and she was delighted I was there. I was delighted they took out her chest tubes. I got to hang out for a bit before work, but she kept falling asleep on me mid-sentence, so I just let her rest until the TV or some nurse woke her again, and we’d go on talking like nothing happened. Then a nurse came in with some medication that Mom was really excited about, because it would make it easier for her to breathe. That night, Dad said she was doing even better.
Yesterday I was crazy busy, so she called me to say hello at night and that she was sad. See, she wanted to talk to her sister, my deceased aunt, and was sad she couldn’t. I told her it was ok, because Ka wasn’t available last night anyway. She was at my poetry reading, listening to me read the one I wrote about her. Mom liked that idea. She then told me she might come home today, which is wonderful. Alas, I am still going to visit her at noon…well, perhaps a little after, given how many people were in that line.
So, overall, she is doing well. I am happy. All is good.
Edit: It is Monday. I am not hopped up on anesthesia, because I took this last surgery like a champ and am in a fan-freakin-tastic mood because I CAN SEE ALL THE THINGS.
Furthermore, I never went to visit my mom at the hospital again, because she came home that afternoon! She’s sore and a little woozy still, and the coughing sucks, but she is a trooper and is doing pretty good. So today…a good mood overall. Happy Monday, indeed.