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Mom's gonna need open heart surgery to replace 2 valves and do a bypass. So while yesterday's procedure technically went well (it did not require an overnight stay) it was most decidedly a case of good news, bad news. The other bright spot, before I spiral, is that apparently her heart itself is actually doing quite well. It's just the two valves are shit.
I do wonder if doctors really expect people to be ready to shriek, "not possible!" when they say a childhood illness can do severe damage that doesn't make itself known til you're much, much older because the number of times they'd say, "hard to believe, but true" or some variation when discussing the odds of Mom having had rheumatic fever as a kid was just insane.
Or maybe it was just the dudes because the women did not seem to have that same issue. *muse*
In any case, I am a terrible adult because I have no fucking clue what to do. I called work, because I'd told them a couple of weeks ago that I'd let them know as soon as I knew anything. Since we left the hospital with a surgery date and time (Dec. 17, 5:30am) and the most penciled in of timelines (2 days in ICU, 4 days elsewhere in the hospital, and then it's up to the physical therapists but sweet baby Jesus, the recovery time sounds most unfun), and it's so very soon, I thought I'd talk to someone and get whatever ball rolling on that end.
Yeah. About that.
( Blergh. )
On the smallest of plus sides, I checked my PTO balance this morning to make sure it had gone up the way it should have and um, it's actually sitting at just under two days. Which is a bit odd, as I was expecting it to be just under one day. To be fair, I didn't think I'd actually run out of PTO when the system said I had, so this is closer to what I thought it should have been before that possible glitch. It's not a lot, but since it's not like FMLA leave is paid... *internal screaming intensifies*
Other plus side things include Widget took it upon himself to put up the tree early this year and he's decorated it, too. I need him to bring in a box for me to pack up Thanksgiving and I need to figure out what I'm doing with the black cat cotillion, but yeah. That's nice.
I do wonder if doctors really expect people to be ready to shriek, "not possible!" when they say a childhood illness can do severe damage that doesn't make itself known til you're much, much older because the number of times they'd say, "hard to believe, but true" or some variation when discussing the odds of Mom having had rheumatic fever as a kid was just insane.
Or maybe it was just the dudes because the women did not seem to have that same issue. *muse*
In any case, I am a terrible adult because I have no fucking clue what to do. I called work, because I'd told them a couple of weeks ago that I'd let them know as soon as I knew anything. Since we left the hospital with a surgery date and time (Dec. 17, 5:30am) and the most penciled in of timelines (2 days in ICU, 4 days elsewhere in the hospital, and then it's up to the physical therapists but sweet baby Jesus, the recovery time sounds most unfun), and it's so very soon, I thought I'd talk to someone and get whatever ball rolling on that end.
Yeah. About that.
( Blergh. )
On the smallest of plus sides, I checked my PTO balance this morning to make sure it had gone up the way it should have and um, it's actually sitting at just under two days. Which is a bit odd, as I was expecting it to be just under one day. To be fair, I didn't think I'd actually run out of PTO when the system said I had, so this is closer to what I thought it should have been before that possible glitch. It's not a lot, but since it's not like FMLA leave is paid... *internal screaming intensifies*
Other plus side things include Widget took it upon himself to put up the tree early this year and he's decorated it, too. I need him to bring in a box for me to pack up Thanksgiving and I need to figure out what I'm doing with the black cat cotillion, but yeah. That's nice.
