Arrival

     After the 40 minute ride we were in the parking garage.  Long slow treacherous walk.  On the main floor we found a wheelchair for me.  I'd basically sat so long that I conformed to its shape and was in discomfort.  They called me in and made the realization that I needed to be admitted.  Truthfully, not sure it would have been that way if they didn't make me sit in the wheel chair for a full 30 minutes before calling me.  Long story short I was not making the class.  Headed for emergency and bid the brother in law good day.
    Was in a corner stall in ER for maybe 4 hours then they found me a bed in a CCU  step down area.  Must say that was the nicest room I'd had.  It seemed larger than the usual ones.  This stay I never got a window view at all, so was by the door.  Fellow next to me was an older gentleman.  Nice guy cannot recall his name.  Was a retired financial advisor.
     They had alarms on his bed if he tried to leave.  He was good company, except at night where he tended to have a little delirium.  Nothing out of the world, I honestly felt bad for him.  He would call the attendants, and try to explain that the t.v. was on the floor.  It wasn't of course.  He was fine during the day.  Night was the trigger.  I think he would have liked to stay in touch, but I was in my own Hellish nightmare now.
     I checked in at 191 lbs of weight, I've never been that heavy.  They increased my water pill and started and IV of diuretic as well.  Sleeping was hard, urinating the worst.  I did no walking whatsoever now.  Not even to the bathroom.
     Okay here goes.  I could barely move I became so bloated, but the diuretics were working.  Basically I had to call the nurse, roll on my side and hang on for dear life whilst someone else held the urinal.  Not my proudest moment, but it is what it is.  I believe in 2 days I lost like 20 pounds of water, but was still pretty bloated.
     Even must say I regained a slight appetite.  They came for me to do a catherization.  I vaguely remember making it to the cath lab.  Passed out.  Came to when it was over and they'd taken my hospital socks.  Damn.  Hospitals only give you so many of those damned things.
     My surgery was put off til the next week, because of an emergency, which may factor in later in the tale.  I informed who I could and waited for the weekend.  No visitors, no nothing.  T.V.; something resembling sleep; and lots of peeing.