Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Heart Attack! (Day 4)

DAY 4
January 30, 2009


Friday
8:14 am

By now I was feeling like I had aged 30 years in less than a week.  But I was buoyed by the fact that Ed was doing so much better, and that my sister was coming into town this afternoon.  All the while we are going through our little family turmoil, the rest of the world full of commitments continued to roll on—business transactions and bank accounts to follow; kids school and dance, my own school, not to mention covering things around the house.

            As for Ed, this was his second day of being “awake”—he was still having a hard time with the fact that he had lost 3 days—it just didn’t seem real to him.  He was coping well, and getting stronger every hour.  The nurses tried to get him to walk this morning but he got very dizzy.  They would try again later in the day.  His coordination was still a little slow and his recollection still fuzzy—sometimes he remembered our conversations, and sometimes he didn’t—although his business memory seemed excellent.
 
The first thing Ed said this morning was “have you heard from anyone?” – he was loving the attention, being so excited to know so many people cared and were rooting for him.  I told Ed that some of his old high school buddies wanted to have a conference call with him when he gets home, and that they were going to give him a hard time.  He said he’d really like that.  

  

Same day
12:26 pm


Alex continued to handle the work for his Dad—thank goodness he had been doing this since he was 12—by then, he had already 10 years of experience, and by age 22 knew more about the work than many others older than him.  We were blessed to have a lot of emotional support locally.

During one of our visits today, the nurse asked us to stay only a moment because he had just gone to sleep even though it was not quite lunch time.  She said he was feeling very tired because he was not sleeping well.

  

Same day
4:05 pm


Ed was thinking he would be able to come home in a day, but in reality I knew Sunday (two days) would be the earliest.  He was walking with the help of a walker and an assistant, but still pretty weak.  He was especially happy to be eating again, however his throat remained quite sore from the intubation and the cotton packing which kept blood out of his windpipe. 

It seemed to be starting to sink in just how lucky he was to be alive, even though he still had a difficult time with the fact that he “lost” time.  One of the kids told him to pretend he was abducted by aliens.

Our afternoon was pretty busy because my sister was expected to arrive today.  We rushed out to Gallatin Field and found that her flight had been delayed an hour and a half, due to weather in Seattle (they were fogged in), so we ran home again and did a little more cleaning and straightening up, before heading to the airport again.  It wasn’t long after we got there that her plane arrived and we had a lot of hugs for each other.  We helped her get her rental car, a Suburban with all the bells and whistles you could imagine, and helped her figure out how to get some things to work. 

We had her follow us to her hotel—and Alex called and said the Corsons were desperate to see Ed at the hospital and wanted to visit him.  He had been working in their home when his heart attack began, and they were naturally very concerned.  I told him that after we got my sister situated, we would all go to the hospital and they could meet us there. 

We got Karen into the Holiday Inn, and all went to the hospital and found that the Corsons were already in the ICU with Ed.  Our visit with them was brief, and we didn’t stay long, —just enough to have Karen say hello.  I didn’t want to tire him out too much.  Alex and I went back later that night to say Good-night. 



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With the passing of each new day, Ed wanted more and more to talk to, and spend time with his family and friends.  He wanted to talk to them on the phone, hear their voices.  It suddenly seemed so important to hear the voices of family and friends.  It was that same desire for familiarity and reality.  He was alive, and talking to everybody, proved that he was alive.  It was important to be alive.


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