Hospitals Suck

I don't like much about hospitals or doctors, but I'm super thankful they're there when you need 'em.

My dad has been in the hospital for more than a week now because while trying to get a prescription refilled 2 weeks ago his doctor discovered he'd had a minor heart attack and had damage to his heart to prove it. I'm still not sure what made is doctor perform the EKG, because he wasn't scheduled for one and it was kind of a random thing to do, but luckily he did and they discovered that my dads arteries leading to his heart were 95-100% blocked, the arteries leading to his kidneys were 95% block, and he had an aneurysm in his leg. They discovered all this last Monday and he was admitted to the hospital to monitor him because he was deemed an excellent case for suddenly dying due to a blood clot. He quit smoking overnight.

On Wednesday he had surgery on the arteries leading to his kidneys to put stents in. During the surgery he had a blood clot in the second artery leading to his left kidney and they had to terminate the surgery after they completed placing the stent for fear he would have another clot. They completed placing the stents on Friday and he went in for the quad-bypass yesterday (of course after having a visit with his puppy outside the hospital on Sunday).

Luckily, it went really well and he was able to talk a little to us last night. He says some really weird stuff, but I prefer him squirming and hurting over not being here at all. They say he probably won't need to take as much blood pressure medicine since his arteries are clear and that maybe for the first time in years we'll be able to go on our evening walk the night before Christmas (something he hasn't been able to do in a couple years).

So, he's doing a little better now. His surgeries are over (except the surgery on his leg for the aneurysm) and they gave him a sleeping pill so he could finally get his rest up. With luck he'll be out of the ICU this weekend and will be up walking around and causing hell like normal.