Giveaway plans

Hi all.  You've touched me once again with all your caring, concern, and encouragement.  She is no worse, and they are working on her meds to find an answer.  Her pacemaker is set at 80 and she dropped to 70 yesterday between the 150's.  Now she's afraid it's not working and no one there can find her settings in the records but told her not to worry. Figures. The stress and anxiety has caused my Afib and tachy to act up so I'm feeling washed out on the outside and racing on the inside.  Two appointments this week so someone will check it out.  Just talked to her and they said she will be home in a few days but her BP is still very high and so is the heart rate. ????

 I wanted to tell you that the giveaway for the Santa set I mentioned may not be until this coming weekend. 

 I don't have the desire or time to be on the computer and I'm missing blog updates. EBay following notified me of new listings and I saw Lori's witch head. 

An strong urge followed for needing a facelift. 

 

 

I have thanked you for your support and will continue to do so.  It really helps knowing people you've never met are kind enough to be concerned and willing to pray for your family.

 



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Again

It's 8:30 pm and I just came home.  She was brought into the ER and laid there for hours with no treatment.  Everything she went through was for naught.  Back in Afib and the erratic rhythm.  No cardiologist came, none in the hospital, nurses called off work, one wimp doctor who is afraid to talk, no info, no help, no meds, no food, no water, no room available.  I helped her to the restroom and they never came back in to hook her heart to the monitors again.  I tried but didn't have the code to turn it on.  Sixteen people have been waiting over 5 hours to be seen and fourteen patients need admitted and are waiting for a room.  I was asked to leave and I hope they get her into a room where she can be watched and treated soon.  I won't be sleeping again tonight, hoping the phone doesn't ring.  I had a bad feeling from the very beginning and didn't want to admit that I still do.

 

Thanks for your prayers and good wishes.

 

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Eliza and I

Good morning.  This is all I have to show for Eliza progress.  Please excuse the wrinkles and disheveled appearance.  I feel like she looks and we're bonding. 

I am really going to like this sampler.  The symbols on the chart have been difficult for me to discern and a friend helped me sort them out but it was too late.  The border and dividing lines were to be 3828 and I chose 3021.  It looks good on the Copper Penny (???) fabric, kind of a greenish brown base with a tinge of copper.  With many letters being charted for the 3828 I'm glad the border is darker and contrasting and the piece won't be dominated by the faded red. Since the letters are not aligned I decided to leave in the band errors.  The right side border was removed though to line up properly. 

Carole is home and can't drive for a while so I'll be busy.  I stocked the fridge - do you have a hard time when driving a rotisserie chicken home?  I try to go slow enough to catch a red light so I can tear off a piece but it never works out.   The aroma drives me nuts.  I'm still chomping Tums and glancing at a bottle with a few Ativan inside.  Maybe all I need is one to break the clutch of anxiety.

Every time the phone rings I feel the grip!

 

Two nights ago I saw Bud (our sweet raccoon, not Bud the cat) step back from his bread on the deck.  When I looked to the side, there was a larger creature eating it, same color, but no mask.  Another cat!  Huge gray furball with white feet that ran when I got closer.  This is how the others became residents, eating the bread for the deer or coons.  I sure hope he has a home and it's not a pregnant female.

 

I'm giving away the set of The 12 Days of Santa from Heartstrings.  No buttons, just the cards.  I may use another blog to list things I no longer want but I will offer this set as a giveaway sometime this week.  Here's 7 through 12.

 

 

 

Have a great day!

Thanks for visiting.

 

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Update

Hi everyone.  I wasn't going to post until she was home but I opened the laptop to check on a delivery and saw your caring and thoughtful emails so I decided to update.  She was moved from Critical Care to the Cardiac Unit today, still weak and resting.  Much to my disagreement, they started another anti-arrhythmia drug with many side effects and interactions with almost every other med she is taking.  Since it lowers pressure and heart rate, they will all have to be adjusted again. I talked to the doc this morning, very young and casual, and he wants her to stay on it.  Her regular cardiologist is older, more conservative, and more drug conscious.  They need to keep her another day at least to see how it reacts, which could be life-threatening erratic behavior again.  The full effect is felt in one to two weeks so she is terrified of what may happen, but the doc convinced her to stay on it for a month at least and then see how she feels.  He's not concerned.  But they weren't with the first drug and look how that turned out!  Nor did they ever expect or see a reaction like hers.  Still not concerned? Which is worse - dangerous drugs or Afib?  My mother lived with it for 40 years along with a pacemaker. Taking a breath is very painful because her chest is badly bruised, possibly a few cracked ribs, from all the pounding and CPR.  Two nurses that were off duty Friday came in anyway to see her and told her they couldn't sleep that night after watching what she went through.  She said she actually felt life draining from her body, starting with her head and moving down to her feet, unlike anything she's ever felt. Not numbness, not pain, but like someone pulled out a cork and her body was draining.  The next thing she would remember is seeing the same nurse over her pounding her chest.  That nurse is one of the two that didn't sleep that night.  According to her records, this happened ten times.  We are fearful but will trust the doctor and assume all will be good.

I've been in a fog making a lot of mistakes on Eliza but am trying to keep busy.  Mark is gone this weekend and I started so many things, didn't finish one, and have a bigger mess than ever.  I decided to walk away from it and move upstairs to the sewing room. 

 

My purse finish wasn't working because there is a metal piece that is directly beneath the metal frame and you can't get a needle through to sew close enough to the edge.  I already had the shape so decided to line it and hang it.

  

I used leather, my favorite hanger, and hung it with my sampler sack.  I'll work on more finishing tonight.  Only a few pieces to do (that I can find) but if I start having problems, I'll quit.  Better to walk away than grab a match.

Thank you all again so very much for your concern and prayers. 

 

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I had a bad feeling

and I was right.  One of the worst days of my life.  It's 5pm and I just came home for my meds and a rest.  Nothing but nothing went right.  The Diprovan in the sedation makes us both sick and that is what the anesthesiologist used so she was throwing up and dizzy upon waking.  But after the cardioversion her heart became erratic.  From 35 beats per minute to 250 in seconds.  Eyes rolled back, mouth fell open, tongue rolled back.  Paddles and chest pounding followed.  Over and over and over and over and over for several hours.  The Tikosyn medication was causing this and there was no way to get it out of her system other than waiting, but it was getting worse. Her Afib masked the severe reaction and once her heart went to sinus rhythm, all hell broke loose.  The last two times they used the paddles they had trouble getting her to take a breath. Realizing she wouldn't last much longer at this pace they rushed her into surgery for a pacemaker. They didn't rush fast enough for me - it should have been sooner. She is asleep from sedation and will be for most of the evening.  So far, so good, but she will stay in for several days while they try two other meds for Afib, both with side effects.  Just stop it!!  Let her heal.  Enough!!  I think when she is awake tomorrow, she will say the same.  We are holding our breath that the stress of what her heart went through today will not cause an event, and the pacemaker will continue working for a long time.

 

Thank you all for your good wishes and prayers.  Comments are closed and I won't be on the computer for the weekend.  I'll be back when she's home.

 

Have a good weekend and stay safe.

 

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I have to tell someone!

 

Hey.  How you doing?  My sister is still being monitored, the medication did not stop the fib, and she will proceed with another shock tomorrow.  I have tried to talk her out of it but she listens to her doctor.  How many shocks can a 76 year old heart take? 

 

In my garage sit the two cabinets Dominic delivered yesterday and I just had to show someone. You.  The base cabinet will be great for my cookware, but the top pullout for utensils is very hard to grab.  You can see that the cutout is way up there and hard to reach.  We will have to take it out and cut that opening much lower so I don't keep smacking my knuckles.  One bag of Dove - gone.

This fridge cabinet, the drawings that we went over and over, will need to be cut.  That's right.  Cut.  He never took into account that after tilting to get it through the door, we won't be able to stand it because the angle of raising it will hit the ceiling. I never thought of it, Mark never saw the drawing, and Dominic (a cabinetmaker) never though of it.  So to clear the ceiling when setting it upright, we need to either cut 4" off the bottom and patch it once upright or cut off the entire top cabinet section and patch it with trim.  I can tell just by looking at things when they are off and I knew the two door openings were not the same.  I was right.  The left side is almost a half inch wider than the right door opening.  It is full of sawdust and very rough requiring a lot of sanding.  I can't tell you how badly I need a bonfire.  We had torrential all night rain again with terrible thunder.  Sopping wet out there, which would put out a fire quickly.  I guess that's a good thing.  Two bags of Dove - gone.

 Sorry I'm whining again.  But I've been disappointed so much, if I don't, I may explode.   As they say, don't sweat the small stuff.  Get it out, get over it.  Thank you for allowing me to do that.  Innocent people in our world are suffering terribly and when we get upset over trivial nuisances we need to step back, take a breath, open another bag, and exhale with gratitude. 

 

I think it's time to get out our saws and safety glasses.  I'm dressed for the challenge.

 

Have a great day!

 

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