Steinbeck, Mom’s finally adding something to our blog and the readers want to know all about it.
Oh, well, I wish they wouldn’t stare at me when I’m trying to take a nap.
Maybe you shouldn’t take naps all the time.
This is me guarding the house. I work hard at this so I need lots of naps. Sometimes there are strange noises outside like boomers and I want to make sure nothing tries to get in the house. Mom says if she doesn’t leave the door open just a little, I tend to panic. I wouldn’t say I panic, but I do get very concerned. Lately I’ve been making sure none of thatCoughedstuff comes around.
Steinbeck, that’s Covid and I think it’s great you’re watching out for it.
I’m in charge of making sure none of our beds get messed up. Mom used to have nurses and physical therapists coming here all the time and she kept moving our beds out of the way. They weren’t in the way! Don’t humans realize that cats reign supreme?
Well, that’s all that’s happening around here. Mom didn’t lose her memory when her heart broke so she knows she should give us treats.
Steinbeck, you have such a one track mind.
Maybe……….but you love me.
From the Mom….and I love both of you boys. You’re doing a great job of getting me back to healthy. I’m still not working but it will only be a couple of weeks now and I can go back part time. I was working from home before all this happened and the boys were used to me being here. I’m hoping I can still work from home for a bit. I really don’t want to be around any of those germs. Thanks so much for all the kind words, thoughts, prayers. They all mean so much to me!
It seems like 2020 has turned out to be quite the challenging year.We all apologize for not being on our blog for so long, But I have a good reason. It all started on April 11th. I was outside raking and trying to clean up things in the yard. I was frequently taking rests but it didn’t seem to help. I finally decided to stop and I had a sharp pain that went all the way through my chest to my back. I took some aspirin right away and convinced myself that I had twisted some muscles with all the raking and weed pulling.The next day I rested and felt a little better. On Monday I went to work (actually I walked over to the computer since I was working from home) and then went to an eye appointment. I noticed that I was kind of spinning out of control so when I got home I sent a note to my doctor. I told her what had happened and how I felt. She called me back quickly and told me to go to Emergency.
My brother took me over to the hospital on April 13th and since Covid was making it hard to do anything, he had to just leave me there. I was hooked up to all kinds of machines and poked with all sorts of needles. The docs told me that I did have a heart attack on Saturday and it was a major one. They had determined that I wasn’t still having a heart attack, but my heart was very ticked and was kind of bouncing all over the place.
I got moved to a room and was hooked up to a monitor. During the first couple of days, one of my medical team members tested positive for Covid. They gave me the test, but mine was negative. However, I had to be put in quarantine.
On April 20th, I had open heart surgery and had a single bypass. I went through all of this without anyone I could hug. I ended up staying in ICU for several extra days because of the quarantine. I had yet another Covid test and it was negative. Once I finally got to a regular room, I started doing exercises and seemed to be improving. When it came time for me to go home, one of the nurses had noticed I was having trouble breathing. They ordered a chest x-ray and discovered fluid on my lungs. They tapped both of them and then I was finally able to go home, after spending 20 days in the hospital.
I started physical and occupational therapy at home and then I noticed I was having trouble breathing again. Back to the hospital for another chest x-ray and then back again so I could be tapped. (I’m on blood thinners now and they have to kind of wean me off them for procedures.) Oh, and another Covid test.
I wasdoing really good until I noticed that I couldn’t even cross the room without huffing and puffing. My therapy sessions were pure torture ‘cuz I couldn’t breathe. My cardiologist set up an echocardiogram for me. That didn’t show what they expected it to show so we were back to square one. I became my own advocate and told them I couldn’t live like that.
You guessed it…………back to Emergency and yet another Covid test (which was still negative). Last weekend I was in the hospital. By the way, my birthday was on June 11th and I actually had a good day, even though I couldn’t do much. They diagnosed me with congestive heart failure and while in the hospital I lost 17 pounds of fluid. The change was amazing. I could breathe and I didn’t have all the pressure on my chest.
It’s now been two months since my open heart surgery. I am finally on the road to recovery. The boys have helped so much. Just their purring and paw pats mean so much.
We are hoping to get back to blogging, but it’s been kind of hard. This is the first time I’ve really felt good so maybe the three of us can get some things posted soon.
Thanks for reading through this long explanation. If you have any friends or relatives in the hospital during Covid, do all you can to encourage them. I was lucky because my niece is a nurse at the hospital so I was able to have a “visitor”.