Day 3 was here and I was ready to go home. I was sent down for my last upper gi to ensure there are no leaks. This went fairly quickly and I was given the thumbs up. I asked to use the phone in radiology to call my Dad. He would have a 2.5 hour drive to pick me up. I told him that I was good to go and he was out the door.
Woo Hoo I'm outta here. Not quite. I got all dressed and had my interview with tv6. I walked the halls and was all dressed and ready for pick up. My Dad arrived on time and now we wait for the nurse to come in and check my vitals one last time.
Bring in the Nurse
The nurse comes in and my bp and heart rate are high. Thats ok she said I will come back in a little bit and retake it. Well this went on for a few hours. I sent my Dad out to get something to eat. I rested and waited but every time she came in my bp and heart rate were the same. Finally Dr. English came in and said he thought it would be best if I stay another night. Ugh another night. A high heart rate can be the sign of a leak so I understand the reason for staying.
Dad go home. I sent my Dad home and I will call when I can come home. I felt horrible having him drive back and forth but he has been great through this process. On the way home he hit a deer and did a few thousand dollars worth of damage. Ok now I feel like crap. One more thing for me to worry about.
The Next Day
I am ready to go heart rate is still around 100 but it is steady and I am feeling fine so I get the ok to go home. My Mom lives close by so I went to her house for the night. I felt a little more comfortable being closer to the hospital.
Ahh yes my own bed. Finally making it home never felt so good. My hubby took good care of me once home. He had been on the road all week so it was his first time seeing me after the surgery. I was waited on probably too much.
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It's pretty neat that you are putting your story here. You will find that it's helpful to read back as your make your journey.
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