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Dad has left the hospital three (?) times and gone back three times now. More tests, but no more blood transfusions that we've been told of. What exactly is going on remains a tremendous medical mystery apparently.
This time was the second arrhythmia. The first time he was in the cardiac unit, medical science first thought it was a very small heart attack, then that it was not a heart attack but only an almost-heart attack. He ultimately moved out of cardiac (from whence he got a regular room, then an intensive care room for unrelated reasons, then released, then back to the hospital Thursday (?)). I think there's no phones in the cardiac unit according to mom.
I'm getting "Just Exactly How Worried About This Do I Need To Be?" emotional fatigue.
I never realized that THAT would be such an issue in cases of medical mystery, especially as it seems comparatively petty beside the health of a loved one, but there you are.
My mom assures me and my sister, though, that if it gets serious enough that they think we need to rush to his bedside she will tell us. And I think I can trust that, because it's only a 5-hour drive for my sister, which at this point is practically just commuting by the standards of our family.
This time was the second arrhythmia. The first time he was in the cardiac unit, medical science first thought it was a very small heart attack, then that it was not a heart attack but only an almost-heart attack. He ultimately moved out of cardiac (from whence he got a regular room, then an intensive care room for unrelated reasons, then released, then back to the hospital Thursday (?)). I think there's no phones in the cardiac unit according to mom.
I'm getting "Just Exactly How Worried About This Do I Need To Be?" emotional fatigue.
I never realized that THAT would be such an issue in cases of medical mystery, especially as it seems comparatively petty beside the health of a loved one, but there you are.
My mom assures me and my sister, though, that if it gets serious enough that they think we need to rush to his bedside she will tell us. And I think I can trust that, because it's only a 5-hour drive for my sister, which at this point is practically just commuting by the standards of our family.
