Fun is not being had

Back at my favorite cardiac catheterization lab, where my mom is having another procedure to unblock an artery in her right leg. (Last time, it was her left leg. PAD, not a fun thing.) OK, I’m actually in the waiting room, which is distinguished by a very loud television tuned to the Today Show. I really hate television in waiting rooms, have I ever mentioned that? Sadly, the acoustics are really good in this room. I’m hiding as best as I can, but I could really use an iPod, or at least earplugs.

We had to get here by 6:30, which required getting up at the time I believe is referred to as “stupid o’clock.” Well, if you’re capable of pronouncing all the letters in those words, which at 5 a.m. I wasn’t. Still, it was probably the best time of the day to be out, as it was the coolest time of the day. It’s supposed to get to around 90°F (32°C) today with ridiculous humidity (metric equivalent: horrid).

The blockage in Mom’s right leg is not as bad as the one in her left was, but it could be the reason her right leg still looks bad seven months after she had cellulitis. That’s what we’re hoping, at least, because if it’s not and the leg doesn’t improve, then it’s another new round of medical roulette for her with maybe a new bunch of specialists. Insert groan here.

Thing is, I’m in a cardiac unit, and it feels like I should be more worried, but it seems pretty routine, actually. I know there can be serious and acute complications from peripheral artery disease, but it seems less immediate than heart blockages. There’s no emergency here. Clearly this should improve her life — she says the left leg hardly ever hurts now that the blockage there is gone. Before this round of medical stuff, everything that caused my parents to need the hosiptal was damn serious, acute stuff: can’t breathe, fell and clunked her head, serious pain, stuff like that. Mom doesn’t appear to be suffering much. She walks slow, but that seems normal for her. Anyway, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not worried — after all, she’s getting good care from qualified professionals, even if they’re not the best communicators (grrrr), and worrying wouldn’t be any help.

Hm, the TV monitor shows that Mom’s procedure is more than halfway done. Cool.


About songdogmi

I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
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4 Responses to Fun is not being had

  1. changeling72 says:

    I hope she makes a quick and full recovery. My great uncle has endured bouts of cellulitis for years.

    • songdogmi says:

      Thank you. 🙂 I had no idea there was such a thing as cellulitis till Mom got it, then I saw about 4-5 other people in her building with it. I’m sorry that your great uncle has had to deal with it.

  2. hellmutt says:

    I hope they get her leg fixed up without complication. And… you get updates on the TV in the waiting room? Wow.

    • songdogmi says:

      They have separate TV monitors that give updates, depending on how committed to giving updates the doctors are. Unfortunately, there’s still a regular TV showing typical daytime programming.

      Thanks for the good wishes. 🙂

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