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I've posted a bunch of stuff on Shakespeare stuff, but haven't written much about what's been happening.
So, let me start with my grandmother Grace, since it looks like this is all turning out well.
Early last week, my cousin Meghan convinced my grandmother Grace to see a doctor about the cough she'd had for the past thirty years. Because Grace hadn't seen a doctor for longer than that, so hadn't had a chance to deal with it.
Turns out she has acid reflux, and the doctor put her on Prilosec and the cough went away in two days, and she no longer had heartburn, which she'd had forever and wasn't aware that you're not supposed to have. Which made me feel better, since it only took me fifteen years to figure that out -- well, from when I was sixteen until when Lis told me that heartburn isn't normal and talk to the doctor about it.
And, as long as they had her there, they did a physical on her. And discovered a partial blockage in one of her arteries. So they scheduled her for an angioplasty this past Monday.
In doing the angioplasty, they discovered that things were worse than they thought, and did a triple bypass on Tuesday.
She apparently looked like hell and wasn't accepting visitors on Wednesday, still looked like death warmed over on Thursday, but we saw her today, and she looked, well, entirely normal.
For anyone who's wondering where I get it from, I asked about what they were doing for pain meds for her, and she said that she was on them on Tuesday and Wednesday, but for now, she didn't see the point. Lis keeps trying to explain to me that not wanting pain medication four days after major surgery is actually stupidly macho, and not actually something to be impressed by and want to emulate.
Lis was asking me, "So, dear -- what are the lessons we can learn about avoiding doctors for thirty years from your grandmother's situation?"
I said, "If you avoid doctors for thirty years, you will be tough enough that you can go home five days after major surgery with no pain medication, because you're JUST THAT COOL."
Lis just shook her head sadly.
So, let me start with my grandmother Grace, since it looks like this is all turning out well.
Early last week, my cousin Meghan convinced my grandmother Grace to see a doctor about the cough she'd had for the past thirty years. Because Grace hadn't seen a doctor for longer than that, so hadn't had a chance to deal with it.
Turns out she has acid reflux, and the doctor put her on Prilosec and the cough went away in two days, and she no longer had heartburn, which she'd had forever and wasn't aware that you're not supposed to have. Which made me feel better, since it only took me fifteen years to figure that out -- well, from when I was sixteen until when Lis told me that heartburn isn't normal and talk to the doctor about it.
And, as long as they had her there, they did a physical on her. And discovered a partial blockage in one of her arteries. So they scheduled her for an angioplasty this past Monday.
In doing the angioplasty, they discovered that things were worse than they thought, and did a triple bypass on Tuesday.
She apparently looked like hell and wasn't accepting visitors on Wednesday, still looked like death warmed over on Thursday, but we saw her today, and she looked, well, entirely normal.
For anyone who's wondering where I get it from, I asked about what they were doing for pain meds for her, and she said that she was on them on Tuesday and Wednesday, but for now, she didn't see the point. Lis keeps trying to explain to me that not wanting pain medication four days after major surgery is actually stupidly macho, and not actually something to be impressed by and want to emulate.
Lis was asking me, "So, dear -- what are the lessons we can learn about avoiding doctors for thirty years from your grandmother's situation?"
I said, "If you avoid doctors for thirty years, you will be tough enough that you can go home five days after major surgery with no pain medication, because you're JUST THAT COOL."
Lis just shook her head sadly.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:41 am (UTC)Compared to that, what's a little heartburn?
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Date: 2006-10-29 04:59 pm (UTC)So, what I learned from all this is if I have any advice for you, put it in the bluntest terms so you cannot misinterpret it. :)
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Date: 2006-10-30 03:17 pm (UTC)Now that he's stabilized, they can begin the detective work of figuring out what the hell just happened.
My mom was telling me on the phone, a day or so after it happened, that it was hard to believe there's any 70-year-old out there who's not already taking any *medications* for anything. (That may change now, of course, depending on what they find out.)
But I'm just unbelievably glad that those 20+ doctor-free years did not suddenly catch up with him all at once. And so, let me tell you, is my aunt.
Moral: Don't be a hero. >:-) Please. Not in *that* way.