I don’t know what is worse..waiting in the hospitals or waiting at home. Wednesday we waited in the hospital..first we waited for the ambulance to arrive. Then we waited on Doctors and tests..
I wonder why they have a Piano in the hospital? Far Guy was pushing the buttons..
Here comes the cavalry..
Savannah and Jen
Nothing better than meeting your favorite Aunt at the door and getting a hug..I missed that photo..but you get the idea.
Jen took over for us and we came home, waiting tires you out. She is younger..she is a better waiter( NOT). We waited at home Thursday..waiting for the phone to ring..waiting for answers that did not materialize.
We have no complete diagnosis ....we still have more questions than answers. Far Guy and Richard who are the “fixers” have nothing to fix..because they don’t know what is wrong..or what WAS wrong. Jen and I the “planners” have no plan because we have no idea what direction to go in. Therefore the fixers get angry and frustrated and the planners throw their hands in the air and sigh heavily.
We had hoped that with the transfer to a larger facility we would get some answers. Trica is feeling better, she looks better, for that we are thankful. The Cardiologist said “ I don’t think you had a heart attack.” YET he has no idea why her troponin level was way up and no idea why her EKG changed or why she was unconscious for 22-30 hours earlier in the week, and neither do her other Doctors.
They are going to release her from the hospital this morning.
I don’t think it is a good idea to let her out…the Mommy in me..says “Whoa”..what are we missing..what was overlooked. What is going to happen to her before someone figures it out..she is lucky to be alive..she is lucky not to have brain damage..but not lucky enough to find a Doctor that is worth a hill of beans:(