Tractor Man And Prayers...

Hubby with the Other Woman, Maggie Mae

Hubby and Zander 

Hubby went to the hospital today.  He has had heart problems for a while.  His cardio refraction rate (however you spell it) has decreased from 25 percent to less than ten percent.  If you're wondering that ain't good.  

Tomorrow he will be transported to Baptist Hospital in Little Rock for more looking and poking.  Possibility of consideration for a heart transplant.  

Please pray, light a candle, cut off a chicken's head...whatever your religion...ask for help to guide us through this and bring him home healed.

Sorry for the sick humor, that is the only way I can make it through this.  Thank you.

Sometimes You're The Bird...

Sometimes the flag pole.

Today was a flag pole day for me but I could feel the well wishes, the prayers, the strength coming from all of blogdom.  Thank you.

If you don't know me, I will say sometimes I use sick humor to deal with stress so bear with me, please.

This was a defibrillator Hubby got today.  He offered to let me watch and I said, this is not childbirth.  I don't think I want to watch.  I can't even pick a sticker out of some one's finger but I can sew up a dog, go figure.

Anyway, Hubby's heart is so badly damaged from his previous heart attacks that this was the only option, short of a heart transplant, that will save him.  I don't think it really hit me until today when the doctor said, "You don't think this is going to cure him, do you?  He will not feel any better, he will not do any better.  It will make no changes in his condition.  It will only save him if his beat is irregular or if his heart stops, it will shock him and restart his heart."  How's that for cutting to the chase???

On the bright side, the surgery went well.  I left him in the room after picking up (his request) chicken McNuggets and french fries (good for the heart, you know)  He ran me off and ordered me to be there early in the morning to take him home.  He can not lift more than five pounds and cannot raise his arms over his head for two weeks or until the stitches are removed.

They had some trouble with the chest numbing medicine.  Hubby said he didn't know how many shots they gave him but he still knew when they tested the shocker.  He yelled and scared the surgery room half to death.  He said, Damn!  You shocked me.  They said, You're not suppose to feel that.  He said, well, I did!!!  They were hoping he wouldn't remember it later and they discussed it while Dennis listened.  He told them, he would remember.  It was the talk on every floor we visited.  At least he made the day lively for all the staff.

He was scared but like me he jokes.  When asked to undress but he could leave his underwear and socks on, he said I don't wear underwear...then he changed it to, I have my g-string on.  He does wear underwear and has never owned a g-string or butt floss underwear.  He is the tractor man.

And tonight, thanks to all your prayers and healing thoughts, he is still my tractor man.