Heart is Beating Correctly

Yesterday was a long day.
We had to be at the hospital at 7 am.
Neither of us has ever been to this hospital before, and not sure where it was.

We loaded Izzy into the car at 5:50a to drop off at daycare.
We had no idea how long or short this whole thing would be and I surely didn't want to leave the dog here all day.
We dropped her off at 6 am and headed to the hospital.

Remember we have a rental vehicle. Oh my goodness. Rick is messing with the GPS as I am trying to figure out the lights and then 1/2 way there we have to pull off because Rick has to use a restroom. Honestly that man.

We get back on the highway and find our way to the hospital.
We get inside and a very nice woman asks Rick for all his paperwork and gives him a sucker because he finished it online the night before as asked.  Apparently she had no extra work to do and that made her happy. That made me laugh. But he couldn't have the sucker since he wasn't allowed to eat or drink since midnight. I told him if he was a good boy he'd get it after this was over.

We were then escorted to the back, which was the surgical center.
Rick and I were led to a room. A slew of nurses came in and asked Rick to take his shirt off. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging down and she was now standing in between his legs like she was going to help him take off his shirt. She said it again, "Rick take your shirt off" He said, "you first"  She laughed so hard and looked at me and I said, "hey, you can slap him if you want I'm okay with it"  The other nurse yelled outside the curtain, "we have a live one in here girls."  Then they all walked in to see him. Of course, he loved every minute of it. The woman who had to shave areas of his chest said, "no funny business mister I have a sharp instrument."  I don't even recall what he said to her but it caused her to just begin giggling. She said to me, "he's a sweetheart" Ah, she doesn't live with him. But he kept them all laughing and then they were on him the whole day like flies on shit. Need some orange juice Mr. Rick? Would you like a warm blanket Mr. Rick?  I think all his jokes got him a slew of attention he wouldn't have otherwise gotten. I sat in a corner and was mostly ignored. I didn't mind one bit.

I couldn't take my eyes off the machine showing his heart beat. Oh my was it erratic. Which is why we were there I know. But to see it skip beats and then see it become fast and erratic and then go back to skipping a few beats, it was scary to watch.

While all the nurses were buzzing around him, taping him, jabbing him with needles and attaching wires and the like a few others walked in. A man named Stuart. He was the man who was going to be monitoring the EKG machine as the doctor did his thing. When he introduced himself to Rick we all began discussing the procedure and Rick used his phrase, nap and zap.  Stuart said he was stealing that phrase because that was indeed the exact thing that was happening. He went over all that was happening with him so we would understand.

Then the anesthesiologist walked in and introduced himself. I have no recollection of his name. Ladies, well and men too, he was GORGEOUS.
I saw his lips move but heard nothing but angels. He was a hunk-a-hunk-a-burning love.
When he left my husband said laughing, "You know I'm right here don't you?"
"Who are you again?  Oh, cmon Rick you have to see how gorgeous he was and his arms. Oh, my, his arms...and butt."
Rick just laughed and said, "nice, your husband is hooked up to machinery and you're in the corner drooling over his doctor."  Yep.

At this time, his doctor came in. Asked how he was doing. Rick made a smart ass answer and asked the doctor, "how are you feeling? Get a good nights sleep?"
Doctor B said, "Oh hell, I'm just flipping a switch Rick"
That made us all laugh. They were all so nice and making me calmer. I know it wasn't about me. But it did help me.

I was escorted out of Ricks room into the waiting room.
There were 2 women with me in this room. The one was bitching a fit that she didn't want this channel on the tv. I didn't either. Trumpapoolza.  Hell no!
She said can't they change the channel?  Then her phone rang. I went up front and asked if we could watch anything other than Trump the asshole. The woman told us there was a remote with the magazine rack on the wall.
I went back and changed the channel and the 2 women applauded me.  It was funny and took my mind off what was going on in the other side of the room.

The doctor came out pretty quickly. He sat down and said, "Your husband's heart was stubborn."  I said that doesn't surprise me since he is too.
He stated they can't do this more than 3 times (zap him) It finally went into the correct rythem after the 3rd time. He said that sometimes they have this issue when they have a big guy. Sometimes when that happens it will revert. Because we don't want that to happen he will have to take a medication that he would call in for us later in the day.  He said I could go back and see him but he was not able to leave for at least another hour.

Rick was groggy but by the time we left he was feeling pretty good.
When I got him home and settled in I went to my office.
I heard him say out loud to no one in particular, "I feel so good!! I don't feel my heart beating through my chest"
Goof ball. But I knew he felt better. And he looked better by last night. Pink like you are supposed to look. Not gray.

Today he feels like he was beat up, his muscles feel like he was exercising.
Don't know why that is but he is so much better already. He is tired today but as he said, "it's not like the tired before this when my heart was beating so fast that I was exhausted"

I hope that this stays so we don't have to go through this ever again.
He is unable to drive this week.
The doctor said that Rick should be able to resume work slowly and be just fine. He also gave us the clear to go to Florida. But we can't if we don't get paid from that company I told you about. (they claim it will be here friday  - heard that before)

We bought the tickets months ago for my big birthday that I can't even type the number. Long weekend kind of thing. We'll see. I am so happy Rick is feeling better and all is well.  Going to Florida would be nice, but it really doesn't matter as long as he's well. But feeling well with my feet in the sand and a cocktail in my hand would be great too.

Whew.