A shot of nitro, a shot of morphine, 2 adavan and when the bloodsuckers came to get their crimson reward at 3:30 a.m. I was still unable to sleep. I don't seem to be able to turn my mind off. I did finally manage to catch some sleep but I was awake by 6 a.m. fully expecting the cardiac surgeon to be here sitting at the end of my bed waiting to crack me open. Alas it was not to be. Instead at 8 o'clock they brought me my breakfast a sure sign that they would not be operating anytime soon. They don't feed you when you're going to have surgery. I was to say the least, disappointed. Not about the lack of surgeon, but by the breakfast they brought me!
2 hard boiled eggs, luke warm coffee, orange juice and skim milk. As far as I'm concerned, none of the food groups! I did a few crosswords, read some more of my giant Tom Clancy novel and waited for Dr Kildare to come save me. ( anyone remember Dr Kildare?) Dammit I'm old! Instead my son in law Christian walked through the door. We talked football, Mexican football that is. You know, the kind where you kick the ball with your foot. Not the kind the BC Lions suck at! Mexico plays Canada in a qualifier in March and we want to go. He hung out for close to an hour. The whole time smiling and keeping things upbeat. It was kind of creepy really. Who smiles for that long? I know it's because I said I hate lying in a hospital bed looking out at sad worried faces. He looked like a Mexican cab driver trying to pry a big tip out of a gringo he just drove in circles for 40 minutes! He finally said " should I go now?" "Are you still here " I said. I truly appreciate the effort but I felt like I was holding him against his will!
Shortly after he left the lovely Lisa arrived with the news that my best friend Stu missed his flight from Comox and Nutmeg.
Stu's wife Karen called to say he was driving down to Nanaimo to catch the Harbor Air flight that got into Vancouver at noon. It was 1130. Off went the lovely Lisa to meet Stu.
Then came let down number 2.... Lunch!
Salisbury Steak it said on the menu. Hamburger Patty with canned gravy and cubed turnip is what arrived. I ate the burger and a salad that the lovely Lisa brought to me yesterday. The let down was knowing they weren't going to crack me open today. The surgeon does 2 procedures a day. 1 morning, 1 afternoon. Well, maybe tomorrow. Soon I hope.
Shortly thereafter all hell broke loose! Willy, Wee Davey and Caroline came in with a box of mandarin oranges and a hot coffee.
Then my old friend René came waltzing in with a couple of cool music magazines.
A 3 chord song book and the ramblings of one of Canada's favorite Celebutards. Just because you write great songs doesn't mean you have the answers to global warming! Just saying.
To say things got loud would be an understatement! Willy and René new each other from our days hanging out at
Jake O' Grady' s back in the early 90' s. Everyone was talking at the same time catching up. Caroline and Wee Davey are visiting from Scotland and had just got back from a quick jaunt to Alberta. I was so glad they could stop in and see me. They are off to the Island tomorrow before flying home next Tuesday. It was like Saturday night at the pub in my room. Truthfully these are the best kind of hospital visitors. We had plenty of laughs and then they were gone.Leaving me with a smile on my face and a little less worry in my head.
As good as that was seeing Stu come into my room was even better. He lives in Campbell River and we don't get to see each other very often. We talked books, football and family, pretty much in that order. I was surprised he was able to get away. The pub where he works recently changed hands and his youngest daughter Allie is moments away from popping out her first child. Stu is like me about babies. Bring them to me when they're walking and talking! I'm not interested when they're poopy smelling cry machines! Potty trained and walking,that's for me. I don't like holding babies so when someone gives me one I pinch them hard on their little asses. They cry, Mom takes them away never to be held by Papa Squatch again!
The lovely Lisa had to do some running around and no sooner did she leave when the surgeon's resident showed up to get my information. Several dozen questions later he had all the answers he needed. I had none of the answers I needed. Mind you I only had one question. WHEN?? His answer, maybe this week!! The rate they're giving me Morphine I'll be a junky by the time they fix me!
The lovely Lisa came back with dinner about the same time as the hospital dinner and Jennifer arrived. The lovely Lisa brought meats and cheeses and salad. The hospital brought meatballs and brown gravy that was strangely reminiscent of lunches Salisbury Steak. Stu ate it. I had cheese and salami and salad.
Shortly after dinner I all of a sudden felt very tired. Everyone left and its the quietest it's been all day. It's 10 pm now and the Morphine is kicking in. I'm not crazy about how it makes me feel. Itchy!
Any way I'm living in Limbo until I get my triple bypass. I hope it happens soon. There are only so many interesting things that can happen in a 4 bed cardio ward.
That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
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