Thomas told me yesterday after my procedure that this has been an amazing trip. I took a while to think about that statement because my definition of an amazing trip would never usually include a hospital stay, medical procedures, Cleveland Ohio (sorry, but it’s true) or any of the like. But when I got to thinking about it I must say that Thomas was absolutely right; it’s probably the most amazing trip I’ve ever taken. Medically speaking, we’ve gotten more accomplished here in 10 days than we had over 3 months at home.
I feel as if I have been transplanted to a world of healing which is exactly what I was looking for. Walking through the halls, you see more smiles than frowns, everyone says hello and it is an over all pleasant experience. Now, I miss my city very much and like a true masochistic New Yorker I must admit I am craving a cabbie on cabbie argument, beeping horns, late night delivery, people buzzing by you on the street way too self enveloped to smile or say hi, that sweet smell of street meat… you know, the usual. But Cleveland Ohio is exactly where I was supposed to be these past 10 days and I am so grateful to everyone here.
So, the Kicker is in. Yesterday was a bit rough because it was quite painful. I keep thinking about this one point during the procedure that I woke up from sedation to feel them pushing the box into my chest. It didn’t hurt because of the amount of IV medications flowing through my veins but I heard it and definitely felt it and it still gives me the creeps a bit. Brrrrrr.
Today they took the dressing off of the wound site and it relieved some pressure over there. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that there is a metal BOX in my chest! It looks… not as bad as I thought it would but I am still trying to “become one” with it. I am in pain but it gets better with every passing hour. The more I think about it I am so happy to have the Kicker. It is a fascinating piece of technology. I went to have it checked today, and they set the pace of my heart. The practitioner explained everything I could expect from the day to day to if I were to ever go in to V Fib and get a shock. Overall, I know the Kicker and I are going to have a very long happy and healthy life together. The Ticker is happy to have some much needed help.
I already noticed a huge difference today when I took a walk around the G unit. I didn’t get out of breath and completely drained from a stupid little stroll. It wasn’t until that point today when I realized how good I felt and just how truly icky I have been feeling day to day previous to this. I am so happy to heal, I cannot wait to do these little things we all take for granted like just walking to the bank. I feel free again, I was so scared to go outside on my own for fear that I would get an arrythmia and faint, out, by myself. I admittedly have a crazy imagination and until now I would never admit it but I kept imagining these headlines that would be printed in the back part of the local papers: “Girl, 25, collapses in front of my cab!” “Girl, 25, collapses in Bloomingdales in the shoe department” “25 year old Queens girl collapses at Ferrara’s… she almost got her dark chocolate covered pretzels!” Every trip to a doctor in NY increased my fears. Those days are dunzo.
Ok, I’ll wrap this one up because it is Project Runway night. I am very happy, I feel healthy and I cannot wait to get home and see everyone. I will be discharged tomorrow.
Health and positive vibes
Also I would just like to say that while all of my doctors are wonderful here, Dr. Gary Francis has been a guardian angel. There are no words for how thankful I am to him.