Yum Yum!!

We feasted like royalty tonight, G was given a pass for the day from the rehabilitation hospital which was a welcome from the small cramped room. Long days there just sitting around can be so tiresome to a night at Paula Deans restaurant and the rest of the night at home was just what we all needed. I ate like there was a shortage of food so did Luke and Jacks. After we made it home we three flung ourselves on the couches and passed out in the den.
It was just like the old days growing up except in dodging people in line we it used to be football. All the cousins used to get out and play a long game of football.
Those days aren't over just on pause this year. I got a good nap in until I heard the uproarious snoring coming out of Jacks, he never snored when he lived at home I don't know where this came from but it sounded like down from his toenails. It woke Luke up as well which prompted us to smile and use our only defense on him and that's holding his nose till he gasped for air. Well it was some entertainment.
Luke and Julie have been doing daily call ins on their tribe, they left them with Julies parents this whole time. Kyle informed them every dirty deed that Camen pulled and that he was in control of the twins. That his grandparents had no worries with him in charge, Santa promised him a new bike if he was good, old Saint Nick to the rescue.
My Pops decided that it was proper time to invade the house. Hes been out of pocket the majority of the time and not causing trouble for us. Of course we couldn't have a perfect holiday without some mishap and if you know my Pops you know who it was directed to. Jacks has pretty much been avoiding the man like the plague but after the nap Pop seemed to be filled with vim and vigor and needed to pick on someone. Jacks just packed up what he had and left to go my house for the rest of the night and relax. I'm sure so he could talk to that certain someone in private, why I dont know....I witnessed that too.
My mom gave my Pops a scowl and he calmed down and began reading the paper. His mission was complete any way by running Jacks off.
Luke and I broke out the Wii and played a little video football before it was time to take G back to rehab. She was eager to go which was odd to us all, I think she feels safer there for now.

I feel guilty

Although G isn't in perfect health yet in any means, there is a lady here since November 2nd waiting on her husband to wake. The Monday morning we walked in the waiting room she sat with tears in her eyes, he was having a bad day, one of many. I didn't really speak to her much but of course Jacks did. He plopped himself down beside her and they chatted away, typical of him he had a smile on her face in a few hours. Shes watched day after day, family after family as they would progressed on to private rooms. We have, Jacks and I have been banished to the old waiting room with her again. G isn't doing so well on the removing of fluids so she is pretty swollen, they put the catheter back in. Her nerves are pretty well shot and our fidgets doesn't help matters much.
Today at three the lady has made the decision to let her husband go to surgery, I'm not sure exactly what his condition is but he has a a fifty fifty chance on survival. To have to make that kind of choice has to be nerve racking and one I hope I never have to make.
Speaking of Jacks, I don't know where he gets the power or input. Its like he goes into hyper drive to do whatever is needed. Right now he jumps up to walk G at her 4 am walk, she only wants him to help her and he doesn't mind getting up to be with her. He helps her get up from the chair and holds the walker, makes sure she has fresh ice water attached to it so when she stops for her break its there for her. When they return he puts his arm out for her support pulls up the leg on the chair and covers her up. Only for the fact that he dies at the sight of blood he would make a great nurse. Today after we were allowed to go back in the room – the rude nurses shift was over – he took her socks off and put lotion on her swollen ankle. Any woman that gets him will be lucky, she will be spoiled and those that had the chance to have him and lost have really lost out. I wish to be just as patient as him.

Day three

Yesterday was uneventful G sat in her lounge chair with four IVs connected to her plus a chest tube, I glanced at her occasionally to see her pretty slate blue eyes open and shut. She was out of it but still with us.
My PG, I found out, doesn't get the concept of a whisper, no more than four times, I or someone else had to nudge him to tone it down. He thought everyone that came up to inquire about G needed to know that the surgeon had to put off the surgery two hours because he had an emergency the night before. It wouldn't be so bad but the family of the emergency was sitting across the waiting room.
Today G did her first of many laps, Jacks who always wakes with the chickens raced off to her room around five to help in her first go around. Which is surprising to me because he's just as squeamish as I am when it comes to blood and tubes and IVs. As each new family member arrived he beamed about her first lap. She really did well and didn't stop but once.
So now the long days of sitting either in her room or the waiting room begins. The good part is we are seeing some old friends we haven't seen in a while.
I've seen some people from church and Jacks is getting to see a lot of people he hasn't in a long while. I think he sees now how much hes missed, living away and refusing to come home but only for the holidays.
Luke and Julie have been extra helpful driving PG to and from the hospital and making sure he eats at night and changes his clothes for the next day.

Six and a half hours later

Well she made it with flying colors as the doctor would put it, a triple bypass and valve reconstruction. He said he was shocked how well the valve is working now and how poorly it was before. It was a long hard battle I'm sure. I'm thanking God and what ever angels looked over her, now if my mom will relax we will be flying high. She has been getting upset the last few days and her blood pressure has peaked here and there.

Waiting

So right now I've been sitting here what seems days, its only been four hours. G has gone for her surgery on her heart. It was supposed to start around six in the morning but an emergency came in around 3 AM that held up ours for a couple of hours. We all are semi sitting in a large waiting room on those low legged couches, I'm thinking for those that want to sleep they can. I cant sleep at home much less here. Since they are so low to the ground and our legs so long its not very comfortable.
Sitting here in a daze wondering what in store for us next, four hours is a long time sitting and wondering and not knowing.
Sometimes I get aggravated with all the chatter going on around me, I want quiet as if I could possibly hear seven floors down to know whats going on in the operating room. Every few minutes a cart is rolled past and all heads turn. Its nothing but stress and waiting in the room some people just like to talk to pass the time. Lori is trying to read a book and snuggle up to PG.
Jacks, bless him has had nothing but the fun task of waiting after he heard there was to be a surgery he drove straight in and took in camping, his duty was to entertain Lori so they rode the trams, anything to pass the time. I don't know how he withstood it the first five days waiting for a phone calls it was bad enough one day they are doing nothing but a catheter the next they wanted to do balloon and stints and the following its major heart surgery of a bypass and valve reconstruction. Sure it's my grandparent but it's not like she's some old person we never knew, she is and always will be a big part of our lives. I want my kids to know her and to see how wonderful of a person she is. The magic she had with scrapes and bumps and settling battles. She has so much wisdom to share......

Just a wait

Well I'm trying something new, today I sit in the hospital waiting area seeing how my G is doing from heart/chest pains. Any cold air hits her and she panics which gives her pains. It must be hard getting old when the weather gets you down. My PG sits in the chair next to her napping off and on. Tomorrow will be more tests to see why she is having these problems. Sundays in the hospital are always an adventure people always make time to visit, so I'm getting the chance to see a few people I haven't in a while. G seems to be doing fine with no pains at the moment.