On my 47th journey around the sun, I found myself in a familiar place and a nostalgic coping method of dealing with life: My Shoe Chronicle Posts. On Wednesday, January 10th, Sadie and I did our daily check-in. She said she was feeling "gitty." A few hours later, she called to let me know that her physical therapist called her primary physician because her heart rate was low. He suggested she go to the ER. My brother took her. Not even hours later, she was admitted. We were told that she would have to get a pacemaker on my birthday.
Her procedure was scheduled for 9:45 am on January 11th. As I was getting ready to go to the hospital, she called me around 8:26 am to tell me Happy Birthday and that they had pushed her procedure up to "NOW" because her heart rate had dipped ever lower. We got to the hospital, and her room door was open. Of course, her bed was gone. I pulled my laptop to do some grading. While I did not have lavish plans for my birthday, I didn't plan to be at the hospital. I was spending time talking on the phone and noticed the time. It was well after 10 am. The procedure was only supposed to last 45 minutes. Now, between lack of sleep, the unexpectancy of this ordeal, and anxiety was a concern. I went to the nurses' station to get an update. She immediately told me that they just finished up and she should be up in 15 minutes.
The view was amazing in her room. But the best view was when they rolled her back in and, after, they hooked up the monitors. My first words to her were, "You gotta have all the attention on my birthday huh?" She responded back, "I'll got $2 for you." The nurses gave me an update on everything--she asked when she would eat? I went downstairs as Keith went with me but went straight to breakfast. My birthday celebration lunch was in the hospital's cafeteria. I indulged in a Hook and Ladder sandwich and an Orange crush for my birthday. After eating that, we went upstairs. They finally brought her lunch. She ate the sandwich in two bites saying, "I hungry, shit I ain't eat since last night!"
After confirming that there were no dietary restrictions, I got her a cheeseburger, added tomatoes, and ordered onion rings, packets of mustard and ketchup, and a "ninja ale."I doctored up her burger, cut it in half, and she went to town. Mustard and ketchup were all over her gown, and they were medical devices. About 3 bites into her sandwich and one onion ring, transportation takes her to get an ECHO. She asked if they could postpone taking her until she ate, but that was no!
After 24-plus hours of madness, her heart rate went from 32 to 77 with the pacemaker. She's still in the hospital with hopes of being released. For those of you who are new to following me, The Shoe Chronicles were posted each day as we attended radiation to fight both stomach and gallbladder cancers. When I worked outside, I would post pics of my shoe game and a daily update with something positive to get me through. What is so crazy is that I am now turning into a sneakerhead since I no longer have to tussle with corporate Americans in an office. Instead, I work from the comforts of a bedroom converted into an office. I no longer have to wear suits, dresses, skirts and heels. I found it coincidental I turned 47, Sadie's birthday year was 47, and her heart rate with the pacemaker was beating at 77, my birthday year.
I want to thank each of you for your birthday wishes. My apologies for not responding, but I had to use that energy to play the hand I was dealt with. This is an appreciated post to each of you and Sadie. Shout out to the excellent staff at Roper and my fellow Michigan fan who works there. Go Blue!
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