Tuesday, we split up the act. Steve went to town in pursuit of an appointment with follow-up grocery shopping, and I stayed home to work.
. . .and I was working when I got a phone call from Steve, who was sitting on the floor in the Hannaford deli department, as a result of having slid down the front of the cold cut case, his ICD* firing twice on the way down.
John, Bernadette, and others of the Hannaford crew leapt into action, someone called an ambulance while John helpfully put the full shopping cart into the deli’s cooler to await retrieval when all was sorted out.
Fast forward about 45 minutes. I arrive in the Emergency Room at Inland Hospital, where Steve is answering intake questions. He looks fine, if a little sheepish. We figure to wait for the results of several tests, and so to home.
In the meantime, the ER doctor calls the cardio folks in Bangor, Inland not having the means to interrogate the ICD to find out WTF actually happened. The cardio doctor on-call says, Five years and this is the first time the ICD kicked? Put him in an ambulance and bring him to Bangor. Now.
So! Off Steve went in style and luxury, while I went to Hannaford, retrieved the basket from the cooler, and the other groceries that were already in Steve’s car, left a message for the night manager to alert him to the fact that the car would be in their lot overnight, drove carefully home, put the cold stuff away, informed the cats of Events, and made sure dishes were full, and the cat fountain, too, packed a bag, and headed for Bangor.
It is now dark. Very dark, in fact, being upwards of ten o’clock at night. I. . .let’s just say that driving in the dark is not my best trick ever.
Arrived at the hospital shortly after eleven o’clock, found Steve eating a late-night roast beef sandwich, looking tired but mostly fine. I stayed the night in a recliner helpfully provided by the night nurse, and drove home early Wednesday morning.
Wednesday for Steve was tests of all sorts, including the interrogation of the ICD, wherein we learned that the ICD had fired twice at increasing jules. Since nothing invasive was scheduled, it was decided that I would stay home, which I did, and Thursday morning the word came from the Hospitalist that I could fetch Steve home.
. . .which is where he is now.
His regular doctors need to see him within the next week — naturally no one is on today. The biggest change that has come home from the hospital is that Steve is banned from driving for at least six months.
This. . .will make life Very Interesting, and may affect upcoming convention schedules. More on this as we sort things out.
Today, I need to go into town to complete the errands that were left hanging on Tuesday (including finishing the grocery shopping), and meeting the kind friends who will be helping move Steve’s car out of the Hannaford lot and out to our driveway.
To Sum Up: Steve had a heart event; the ICD operated as it should; he is home and receiving quality feline care.
. . .I think that catches us all up. Everybody — be well.
*Implantable Cardioverter Defibillator