Monday Memory

(hahaha I think it’s hilarious that I “forgot” to write a Monday Memory yesterday!)

My First Celebrity Crush

David Cassidy“I Think I Love You” – yes, I knew all the words (and still do, I realized, after hearing it on satellite radio last week).

David Cassidy was “the” teen idol for me and all the other grade 6 girls I knew. Every month I raced down to Madill’s Drug Store to see if the new edition of Tiger Beat was in. I watched the show (The Partridge Family), I bought the records. I dreamed that his eyes shone for me, that he was smiling at me, that he tossed his hair just for me.

I’m kind of glad we didn’t have the internet or the twitterverse then. David probably got in trouble now and then,  but we didn’t hear about it 5 minutes after it happened, or at all. We imagined he was perfect, we imagined we loved him, and we imagined he could love us. And that was enough.

Monday Memory

Life Interrupted

Well, I’m back. And what better way to get back into the swing of things than starting with my memories of the past month.

I had just returned from my trip up north (my posts on Day 5 and 6 are yet to come) on Jan. 31st. I had spoken to my husband (Bill) every day and he had mentioned that he wasn’t feeling well. I thought it was just a man-cold kind of thing, and figured a little TLC when I got home would make it all better. However, when I got home I could see he did not look well. By Sunday he looked worse. The best I could get him to agree to was to go see a doctor on Monday. But that night, I told him I was going to sit up and watch him through the night. I was worried because he hadn’t peed all day. (too much information?) Anyway he got mad and said if I sat there watching him he wouldn’t be able to sleep. I said then I guess neither of us was going to sleep. He gave in and said then we may as well go to the hospital. Thank God we did.

The biggest concern the doctors had at first was his kidney function. While in emergency, Bill sat up to cough and passed out. His blood pressure was quite low. But since he was in mid-cough, he was choking and started turning blue. I yelled for the docs and did my best to get him on his side. The docs came running and got him pinked up again. That’s when they decided to admit him.

I left at 4 a.m., since I knew they were going to admit him and I was beat. I came back the next afternoon and he looked a little better but they were still running tests to try and figure out what was going on. I stayed until the evening and then headed home again.

At midnight, the phone rang. It was the hospital. “Your husband flat-lined and is now in ICU. You need to come.”

Talk about waking up in a hurry. I took off in the van, followed by my son and Bill’s brother in the car. My other son was taking a cab from his place in Saskatoon and meeting us at the hospital.

When we arrived, Bill was in the Intensive Care Unit with a tube down his throat to help him breathe. He was fading in and out but each time he woke up he would panic about the tube in his throat, so they had to restrain him. I was frightened, but did my best to hold it together for my sons. I phoned my sister in Birch Hills – she works in a hospital and is my go-to medical expert – and her and her husband came as well. We took turns going in to sit with Bill. By about 4 a.m. they removed the tube and he was able to rest more comfortably.

So apparently, his heart did not actually stop, but was beating so weakly that they could not find a pulse. A nurse just happened to go into his room when it happened and started CPR immediately. After 8 minutes of chest compressions and 2 shots of epinephrine, they managed to get his heart beat back. That’s when they transferred him to ICU and called us.

Over the next couple of days they discovered that he had fluid around his heart and around his lungs. He was transferred to the Coronary Care Unit at RUH. They kept an eye on the fluid around his heart and were going to drain it, but then it resolved on its own. His heart kept racing though, and he still had a lot of fluid around his lungs. They added meds to get rid of the fluid (he managed to lose 10kg of fluid in the next week) and found the correct doses of other meds to keep his heart rate down.

So after 19 days in hospital, he was able to come home. He is recuperating slowly – he is still weak, and still has more fluid to get rid of – but he is recuperating.

He doesn’t remember the events of that Monday night at all. That’s good. I told him not to worry. I remember it well enough for both of us.

Monday Memory

Snow Day

I was in Grade Eight at Jonas Samson Junior High in Meadow Lake. It had snowed a lot that winter. A lot a lot. An announcement came over the intercom that it was very important that there was to be no shouting and yelling after hearing the announcement. Too much snow had accumulated on the roof, and some of the ceilings were bowing with the weight. If we were too loud, they feared there could be a collapse. We were to quietly get our jackets and leave. We were being sent home! Keeping the “YAY!!!” in was like trying to push a ping pong ball under water. Even if you normally wouldn’t have cheered, just the fact that you couldn’t made you want to. Our shouts of joy burbled inside our chests until we could get out the doors and onto the street where they could be safely released. It was sunny and warm and school was cancelled. YAY!!! Best snow day ever.