So I came to High Point Regional Hospital on Sunday feeling chest constrictions… not too awfully surprising considering that at Heartland Regional Medical Center in Marion, Illinois, they had been ready to whisk me right into the OR for surgery just a couple of weeks ago…
…and of course various problems got in the way of that, so we decided to make the move that we’d been planning, to North Carolina, and see what we could do here. Not the easiest thing with no insurance.
Anyway, my triple, or perhaps even quadruple bypass surgery was scheduled for yesterday. But wouldn’t ya know it? A pesky old fever took hold — one that I decidedly DID NOT HAVE before entering the hospital in the first place. My temperature spiked on Tuesday at 105 degrees…. and, for a time, I’m told, entered the not-totally-unpleasant land of delerium. Well, it wasn’t totally unpleasant for me anyway… but I think my wife found it to be a tad trying.
Anyway, because they couldn’t pinpoint the source of the fever, I was, of course, removed from the surgical schedule. For the past couple of days I’ve been pumped full of antibiotics and Tylenol, and Wednesday spent the day on a rubber blanket with cold water running through it. Ever slept on a waterbed with no heater? This is much, much worse. But all these things at least served to bring down my temperature into more normal realms.
Word is, though, I’ll be discharged from the hospital today,with fistfuls of antibiotics to take at home, and won’t be able to come back here (unless, of course, I have an actual heart attack — which is not at all out of the question) until July 14th to schedule the surgery.
And of course, until all that’s over with, and I’m recovered, I can’t even begin to look for a job.
Well, at least it’ll be good to be home for a few weeks with my wife and sister and niece until we can finally get this show on the road.
What I’ll want more than anything when I leave here today is a huge cup of strong black coffee and a cigarette. This, I know, is not going to happen. But it sure is what I’ll want. I have been informed by Tammy… in no uncertain terms… that I have smoked my last cigarette.
Sigh. Whimper, whimper… (soft sobbing fades….)
More exciting updates as they become available.