Tuesday July 28
Oh dear, torsed de pointes! Don’t know what it is but I do know it is scary as hell! Mom thought she was having an arm spasm, jerked out of sleep into an arched back scream, and went back to sleep. Night doctor showed up and announced loudly that something terrible had happened and that we needed to airlift her to the cardiac unit in Wichita, and that anything they did here would cause more harm than good and did she have a DNR request. Mom and I talked and she said she had requested no resuscitation and if she was going to die, it might as well be here in Meade. So we decided to tough out the night. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see morning arrive with no more awful things.
I am beginning to love her doctor. He showed up first thing this morning, came back later in the morning, came back in the afternoon and then after dinner. The current word is that the atrial fibrillation is converted, but it was masking another heart issue that could easily be solved with a pacemaker and that he had called the cardiologist from Wichita and he (the cardiologist) was coming to Liberal (30 miles west) on Thursday and had tentatively scheduled her for a pacemaker then. In the meantime, he assures me he has given her meds that will prevent another occurrence of torsed de pointes. I hope so!
In the meantime, she is surprising the physical therapists with every workout. She was able to stand alone for a full minute this morning. Progress!
Side note, the cardiologist who will install the pacemaker is the same one that did Marian’s father-in-law’s pacemaker long long ago.