Post by ruthanne on Mar 20, 2017 18:05:40 GMT -5
Hi everyone,brothers and sisters ,all. Got my first cardio rehab done today.First miracle,the place had about eight strangers in there and they all knew each other and were cutting up.I was terrified but just did what the Lord has me do all the time. Don
t look at anyone and they can't catch my eye and I don't have to interact.Warm up, 22 min. of easy exercises and this time my BP didn't go up after walking 6 min, lol. Then cool off and a video and home I came.My kitten Lily made it through hernia surgery with flying colors and tomorrow I get to find out when I get to bring them home to their forever home. I am so excited.!0 days at the most but maybe even sooner.Lily is the grand-daughter of a favorite niece who died at 47 of unknown causes. She died Thursday before I got out. She had a 1 yr or 2 yr. granddaughter named Liliana so ,I changed Lulu to lily,in honor of Joella.Also,she seems as fragile as a lily.Mo I named Mojo. It fits him. He has no fear and lots of curious energy.
Cheryl was so right about the testimonies I have to share with all of you .The Lord was my Dr. I never told anyone about my heart while Larry was dying. I think the Lord kept me in denial about Larry's impending death, cause the stress might have killed me. And afterwards I didn't care if I died, I THOUGHT. When the pressure turned to pain, I was terrified. I had to go back to my childhood coping strategy, which was going into the "I don't care mode". And it worked as it had when I was a child.I was holding my grief in to be strong for Steven and the kids but the pressure kept getting worse. And the shortness of breath I attributed to my lack of movement. Well the stress kept building and I finally told my pcp. He set me up the angiograph(through my wrist so I didn't have to lie perfectly still for 5 hrs. Praise the Lord! I couldn't have done that. They found 3 major blockages and set me up to meet surgeon on Feb. 15.I had my very mild heart attack on the 2nd.They kept me on heparin from Thurs. til Monday ,surgery time. Cause I walked out of my room and the pressure and shortness of breath came back with a vengeance. They were monitoring my heart so in they come and make me get still. That was Sat. I was the 1st surgery Monday at 7 am.
I have gotten surveys to fill out but don't know how.The first part of my stay,the nurses were so nice to me and so sweet, making me feel they cared a lot.I don't want them to get in trouble. But after the surgery, only one nurse even gave me a button to push if I needed anything. I was in the basement ,in CICU, the heliport was on the roof on the building next to mine so the exhaust fumes were in my room all the time. I said a prayer every time it came and went. It was so noisy, with bells and buzzers and irate patients and so much pain sleep was impossible, tho I did doze some. I had a breathing tube which they kept suctioning out and that pain was BAD. They had step-down list I had to go through so many steps ,but by the grace of God, it was out in 14 hours. They told me I got off quicker than most. Then I had to cough a couple of times an hour. More pain. They had me on morphine in the CICU but it was so strong I was nauseous. So I asked for half the dose as I had realized the pain was staying, no matter what. And at every shift change the nurses changing would gather at the end of the hall and cut up. But they were so loud! I couldn't wait to be back on the floor. But they just moved me out one door and into the room as far from the nurses station as I could get. They ignored my call light. they acted like I was messing up their day by asking for help. that was Weds, am. Broke down Weds evening and got my chest tubes out.I was un-connected to everything. Except the heart monitor. I still don't know why they wouldn't control my pain. The devil, maybe? I guess the Lord let me go through the humiliation of falling apart, one so I didn't feel the chest tubes come out, and two to show them I wasn't as strong as they thought I was. People kept coming in to see the "crazy woman" The next day 2 people told me I was much better. I said "how so"? They said after yesterday you need to ask? Friday morning I came home, Praise the Lord! It was like after they got me cut open they stopped caring. So there is no way to fill out the survey without getting the first nurses in trouble, so I am skipping it. Doesn't that seem the way Jesus would want me to be? Leave the mean ones to His plan. I forgive them all. our Father kept me alive. And that is the power of your prayers. No more will I say "well, all that's left to do is pray". Now I know prayer is the first thing to do as it removes stress cause I give it to Jesus and He also intercedes for me. then I wait for His guidance. I have many more testimonies but will put them in the testimony thread.
My next re-hab is Weds.and I know I can make it.I did today and my BP didn't even go up with the panic!Woo -hoo.
I want to thank all of you again,for without God's special love and care of me it could have been worse.Love you guys so much.I may rebel but always end up doing what Jesus tells me.And I just griped about it to my friends here.Nobody in my real life thinks I am capable of anything.But I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.Amen.Love Ruthanne