Man, hospitals have sucked for me for the last week. If people need morphine for morphine level pain, what the fuck is your problem, Dr. Suck Ass Newbie Huntington?

And if you can't draw blood, do not fish around three times on a dehydrated patient because you have performance anxiety.

Glad to hear the mister is on the mend, Deborah. My FIL is frequently in afib, and when it first started happening, it was really scary. Now it is something that he has become more accustomed to, but we do keep a closer eye on him.
Best of luck to you both. Positive health vibes are streaming your way!

Yes, if stents don't work, vibes will surely do the trick. Uh huh.
Email me if you need anything, deb.

Heal up fast, mister d!

15 years ago, something of that caliber would have meant at least a month in the cardiac ward with a slightly better than even survival rate. Now, it is a routine outpatient procedure with a bed reserved in the ER just in case of complications.

It helps to keep your sense of humor.

Damn. I wish you both well.

Good luck to you both.

I know nothing about those things. And it all sounds very intimidating.

Strength!
And bettership.
(=dutchglish for 'heal up fast')

Sending good healing vibes. Thanks for the update.
HUGS

It's a rough time for you guys. Glad you're getting through it reasonably intact. Hugs to you both and good healing vibes to mr. d.

Yikes, no fun for anybody involved. Glad to hear things are at least holding steady now, and hopefully he'll heal up quickly. Hugs to both of y'all.

It's amazing what they can do to hearts these days. And wonderful.

Bettership! I love that. Hope he continues to improve.

I'm glad he's on the up and up! It's amazing where medicine is today.

Good Luck Deborah and Mr Deborah. I've gone thru the stent thing after a heart attack and have my fingers crossed for the both you. Hopefully he will be feeling better soon and will be able to get involved in a Healthy Heart Program. Most hospitals run them now. It made a huge difference in my recovery and I will be forever thankful for it

Thinking of you, Deborah and the mister. Many good wishes and hopes for healthy stabilization coming your way from this corner of the US. Also --- (((((deborah and the mister)))))

deborah, I'm so sorry for all the stress and pain --- but so glad to hear that the mister is resting comfortably (more or less). My thoughts are with you two.

Y'all are really sweet and I thank you for your thoughts. The mister is feeling really good today. He felt well enough to get some eye laser surgery that had been previously scheduled. I really wish his bruise wasn't in such a "private" area (his groin) because I'd love to show off pictures of it!

The last few times he went into afib I went home rather than spending 6 to 8 hours in the ER. We were both more comfortable that way (he worries about me, of course, silly man; I don't worry less, but at least I'm in a comfortable place to do so). However, since he'd just had the angiogram/plasty done, I'd thought I'd stick around at least as long as I had paid for parking (three hours). As it turned out this time it was quite interesting so I stayed about six hours.

The mister wasn't the interesting one: the ER was having one of the busiest days they had ever seen and this was at 8pm on a weeknight. They didn't have enough beds so gurneys were parked right in the triage area - there were seven in the area including the mister. There was a lady who had been in a car accident, three men and one woman with heart issues one of whom was really young, a man who'd had dialysis on an upper floor but was sent down to the ER to have his IV needle withdrawn yet they (the nurses) didn't seem to know anything about it (it wasn't in the computer system and his chart was AWOL) and directly next to the mister was a woman who was totally out of it - non-responsive to nurses and doctors except for some groaning (it was later made clear that she was on illegal drugs of some sort).

Later on the young guy with chest pains finally got some morphine and I could see his colour get better and the sweat dissipate. The dialysis guy was finally needle-free and allowed to go. Other people were taken to beds as they were freed up. There was lots of hustle and bustle as the ambulance entrance was right there as well. Just before the first three hours were up the mister was moved to a bed (still in the ER). His cardioversion got pushed back a couple times because of a couple acute cases. Then there was an "incidence" with the drugged out lady (they found drugs in her purse) and that put it back a bit more. The mister finally got his cardioversion (they didn't let me watch this time, poopy-heads) at about the five hour mark. Shortly after the cardioversion we were told that they were keeping the mister overnight for observation because the "heart attack enzyme" was elevated which was probably due to the angiostuff, but they wanted to be safe. That was fine with us. I left about half an hour after that when the last parking payment was about up.

One thing that struck me was that I thought that they were treating the drugged out woman with some disrespect (eyerolling, tone of voice). It surprised me, but perhaps it shouldn't have. At least the patient was out of it enough to not realize what was going on.

(((deborah)))

I've gotten to see a baby who clearly had heat stroke and a variety of minor injuries. This place is pretty small scale, small town, but three visits and bupkiss until now.
Less wait, booooring.
They're too afraid to let me into the ER proper but the lobby has excellent wifi.
Game of Thrones or House for the last month?

Tell me what I need to download, it's super fast. I need music.

I heard babies, but never saw any. And after the mister had been moved to a bed, I joked that I wanted to go back out to the triage area because he was too boring.

I'd go with Game of Thrones. I'm on book two, but have yet to see any of it. House was good. Bummed it's done with, but it ended when it should have rather than fading into schlock.

Glad the hubby's on the mend, deb... a few summers ago, when I had my gall bladder excitement, the ER at Columbia-Presbyterian was also a rather fascinating, and crowded, place. My second visit, when they finally got the surgical consult for me and I was admitted to have my gall bladder removed (for some reason, they thought I didn't have health insurance the first time -- great hospital, but clearly one doesn't get the same level of care with no insurance, unfortunately) the ER was so packed, I had to settle for a wheelchair by the nurses' station. We waited all night for a transfer to a different building where they specialized in my type of surgery. Later in the evening, we both got gurneys in the hall, me on one, and Jon, up most of the night with me (it's interesting getting an ultrasound at three in the morning), snoring on another. Finally, the next morning, two ambulance guys showed up, and I said to this rather animated male nurse that I thought they were here for me, but he just laughed and brushed me off. But they were for me, as I thought. It's hard to get people to listen sometimes.

Being in Washington Heights, a lot of people were using the ER for primary care. I bet if they had a 24 hour nonemergency clinic attached to the hospital, it would free up the ER a lot more for real emergencies. Seems like a no-brainer. Once you get past the ER, though, it is a great hospital. While I was having my surgery, Jon went and had a few beers.