karaokegal (karaokegal) wrote,
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Update on hubby (and me)

I am seriously pissed off right now.

Even though Hubby's insurance is Kaiser, he was taken to SF General, because that's the trauma center for all of San Francisco. Fine, even though it meant that the ER is like a TV ER. People on gurneys in the halls bleeding and stuff.

We were told that he'd be taken to the OR sometime this afternoon. And waited. And waited. And waited. Apparently there were a bunch of emergency operations that took precedence including something that sounded like exploding brains and a "open ankle," what ever that is. OK, I can understand that, even though when the doctor (I wanted to type "the Doctor") spoke to us earlier he seemed to think it was very important that Hubby's surgery happen in a timely fashion as well.

The seriously bad news is that since he was PO (pre-op) with the possibility that the surgery could happen any time, he couldn't eat. The accident took place around nine this morning and he hasn't eaten since five last night. As far as I know that's still the case. I'm reallyreally hoping they'll admit that the surgery isn't going to happen tonight and get him some food. On top of that I didn't eat from about 2pm until 10PM because once I got back up to the hospital I didn't want to eat until he could in spite of working out this am and the on-going low blood sugar situation. So by 8PM, I was getting seriously cranky and Hubby had to insist that I at least have some OJ. I feel bad. He's not there to take care of me. I'm there to be the patient's wife from hell and make sure he's getting pain meds, mouth swabs, blankets, pillows etc.

This may sound really self-centered and selfish, so those of you who already think that about me, it's vindication time, but I'm determined not to let this become an excuse to go off the food rails. During the great near-death experience of 2001, I ate a pint of Haagen-Dasz nearly every night for two weeks. (There was flavor that month that I'd never seen before or again. Sometimes I think I hallucinated it.)

At around 9PM, they moved him from ER up to a room and I was not happy with the bed transfer at all. He woke up in pain and shivering. We got 4 blankets on him, but apparently pillows are in short supply. It's like being on a Usair coach flight.

I left him sleeping, but still in pain and still hungry.

I've told him how much love and support my f-list is giving and he's very grateful, so thank you all.
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