Thank God for Doctors

What a week this has been! It all seems like a dream now, more like a night-mare. Bob had a stress test Thurs. He failed it. Immediately they started making phone calls and I drove him to Lima Memorial, HVU unit. He got a heart cath that afternoon. He had a 99% blockage in a large vessel and a smaller one below that. They put stents in right away. Dr. Battula, the heart specialist, then got very upset when he found out our hospital let him go by car. The Dr. said "He should have come over in a unit. Anything could have happened on the car ride over. He's lucky he didn't die on the treadmill."  Luck had nothing to do with it.

Then the doctor got even more upset when he found out Bob has had the back pains and upper chest discomfort for the last year. The spells would just come and go, never lasting very long. Bob kept thinking it was just his back was out of whack. This comes from a man who's never been sick. But it was when he got that pain in the middle of the night that scared him. He finally called our primary doctor for a appointment and he ordered the stress test.

We are praising and thanking God for taking care of him all this time and brought him through this. Bob's doing good. He, of course, has a line up of pills on the counter, which he hates, but he knows he has to take them as instructed, and for the rest of his life if he wants to stay here with his family. 

This weekend is our town's annual Peony Festival and the town is crazy. I tried to get out to WalMart yesterday to get Bob's prescriptions and every corner I turned, I had to sit in a line of cars 2 blocks long. I'm staying right here until it's all over. I used to love to go uptown to see the car show, the art works, the parade, the concerts in the park and sample all the different foods. Not this year. It will all have to take place without me. 

Until next time......