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.