Happy Ending: My dad got his ICD defribrillator implanted yesterday, and did so well with recovery he came home today!!!!!!
He is catheter free, and now is home living a cardiac/heart failure/diabetic friendly life. Basically, he will never be able to eat anything fun ever again, but at least he is alive, and he is ok with that.
What is the sad ending??? Last night in the hospital, before they removed his catheter, I initiated a betting pool called "When will Dad pee pee by himself?" The catheter got pulled at 12 am... Here are the times we all chose:
Chris 6:30 am (his second choice after he picked 5am) This is important to note.
Jane (Chris' wife) 8 am
Me - 7am
Lisa (my sister) 8:45 am
My Mom: 10 am
Sean: 11:00 am
My dad: 4:47 am
The prize...a bottle of water to help a person pee. Not a high stakes bet here.
My dad peed at 5:27 am. Dammit. Chris wins, but if you note from the above, he only wins because he is a wienie who whined and cried to change his bet after he realized his bet was stupid.
Stupid, stupid Chris. I'm glad Dad is wee-weeing on his own, but I feel it is only fair that either Lisa or I win, simply because we are the favored children who spent the most time in the hospital. The girls are always better and more reliable than the boys.
Chris called me cackling that he wants Evian. This is so not fair. He is a peeing cheater. Maybe I'll pee in a bottle and tell him it is Country Time Lemonade.
Yes, I know I am a sick messed up person. No denying it. The dysfunction works for me, ok?
Thank you for all of your well wishes and support this week!!!! It really helped out! Feel free to weigh in on the peeing debacle.