Future Boy
My son has been amazing me lately. He’s becoming very interested in designing, building and inventing things. Basically, he’s my little engineer! He actually sketched out his concept of a manned mission to Mars. What he did was draw the basic flight plan in his notebook with some key milestones on the trip – launch, refueling points, landing and the return trip. My little 10 year old actually said to me, “all I have to do now is figure out how much fuel the ship will need.” It almost brought tears to my eyes.
His teacher said to him that he should be a scientist or engineer since he’s so interested in things like that. His grades in math and science are pretty good.
I guess I’m somewhat responsible for this as I watch a lot of Discovery Channel, Science Channel and documentaries with subjects of science and engineering things which he watches with me. I’m also very interested in the space program (manned and unmanned) and he’s interested in it, too, almost by osmosis. When you think about it, most of this television can be very entertaining if you are into those sorts of things and compared to most of the crap that’s on TV lately he could do a lot worse watching most other shows.
This is one of the reasons I really want him to attend this local Catholic high school that is very good but very expensive (currently $8,000 a year). So that’s why I have to put a substantial amount of money from the sale of our house away to pay for it. I certainly won’t be able to pay for college (I’m praying for academic and athletic scholarships plus student loans to take care of that) but I sure as shit will do my best to put him in a great position to get into a good college by getting him into the best high school I can afford.
The high school we are aiming for is one that is highly regarded, has many notable alumni, and has a great athletic program. In fact, the hockey team and football teams are all ranked as one of the top 3 in the state. Also, many of its alumni have gone on to high level executive positions in business, entertainment, industry and government. My brother went there and it sure did well by him.
I want my son to at least have a better start than I did (not that mine
wasn’t a good start but it was the best my parents could do) and I see this as a great way to point him in the right direction. Now, over the next 4 years, I must make sure he gets the grades to be accepted to the school and I must have the money saved to pay for it.
Labels: boy, engineer, high school, math, money, prep, school, science, son
Holiday
We made it through the holiday reasonably well.
Friday night we went out to dinner with my Mom, my older sister and my younger sister and her family. Not a bad evening actually but my younger sister just grates on my nerves. She’s so opinionated and
unaccepting of other points of view at times. What really
irked me was that when the check came for dinner, my Mom took out her credit card to pay but nobody else but me gave her money towards the bill. And I paid more than my share.
After dinner my Mom wanted us to come back to her house for cake. My wife and I
couldn't as we had to get the house ready for some prospective buyers that were coming by the next day.
Early Saturday morning, the wife had an appointment for a cat scan to help diagnose some of the health issues she’s experiencing. After that, we went out for our usual Saturday morning breakfast (although a bit later than normal).
Next on our to-do list was grocery shopping – another thing we almost always do on Saturday morning. Something to note here: has anyone else noticed how expensive groceries have gotten recently? I remember being able to get out of the store for less than $100 for a weeks worth of groceries most of the time no less than a year or so ago. Now, I’m lucky if I keep it under $120. This past Saturday, what with buying stuff for a barbecue, my bill was about $160! That is a very good example of how cost of living has inflated across the board.
After we got back from the shopping, it was time to clean the house (another usual Saturday function). We had to do an especially good job since we had prospective buyers coming to look at the house later that day and this week. I think we had 3 large garbage bags of junk we threw out at the end of that process.
The people came to look at the house and were gone by 3:45PM. We chilled out for awhile and then I went out to barbecue a chuck steak for dinner. I used a special seasoning blend I have and a basting at the end with Jack Daniels Steak Sauce. I also grilled some home made garlic bread. All in all, dinner was heavenly.
On Sunday, we slept in a bit late but I went out to get rolls and donuts for breakfast. In my town, that’s a traditional Sunday breakfast thing – we call it “rolls and buns”. Growing up, we almost always had rolls and buns for breakfast on Sunday morning after church.
In the afternoon, we went to Mom’s for a casual barbecue. I was the chef for the day. I grilled some
pre-packaged baby back ribs (Tony
Siragusa’s brand) for an appetizer (they were not bad really – my home made ribs take 4-6 hours to make but are way better). Next was some
Johnsonville bratwurst, hot dogs and hamburgers. As sides, we had coleslaw, potato salad and noodle salad. A pretty good meal if I say so myself. Later, we had some watermelon and toasted some marshmallows. A very enjoyable day.
Monday was busy for a holiday. My son left early with my wife’s Mom to go to NYC to tour the naval ships in for Fleet Week. That left us home alone to get some things done.
We started with running out to do some minor shopping. The wife needed some shorts and I needed sneakers. On the way back, we stopped for some White Castle hamburgers – YUM!
When we got back, we cleaned out our spare room off of the kitchen. Man, we had a mess in there! Six big bags of garbage! And that was only ¾’s of the room since we left the food pantry shelves for later.
After that, the boy came home but went back out with his grandmother to a barbecue. We stayed home to relax.
We put on a movie and chilled out in our gloriously A/C cooled living room. One thing led to another and we were fucking in the bedroom in less than an hour.
Later, I grilled some chicken that I had marinated earlier with a fajita based marinade. It came out great and we had salad and baked potatoes with it.
It’s Thursday now and we had another couple in to look at the house this past Tuesday. They made an offer yesterday that is above our lowest price we’d take but not quite what we expect to get. We instructed the realtor to counter with a price $34k more than what they offered. We’ll see what they come back with but I think I’ll take it if they offer half of that $34k more.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Labels: barbecue, food, holiday, house, mom, son, wife
Recovery
Recovery from catherization with angioplasty and insertion of a stent starts as soon as the procedure ends. The patient (me of course) has to lay flat on their back for a couple of hours. During that time the staff gingerly helps to transfer the patient to a gurney for transfer to a room. Once in the room, vitals such as blood pressure, temperature and pulse (along with a telemetric heart monitor) are monitored every 15 minutes. Basically, a nurse sits by your bedside and watches you. I actually wore a blood pressure cuff and that little light thingy on my finger most of that day. In my case, I had a male nurse that was joking the whole time. He made the whole experience much easier for me with that and by explaining everything in detail along the way.
One of the things he explained was that if I had to sneeze, cough or laugh I had to place my hand where the still inserted catheter was in my leg and hold it. This was to minimize its movement and to aid in its removal and sealing the incision later on. The problem was that the way he joked around, I had to grab the thing every couple of minutes! Obviously, that was intentional as it helped me to remember to do it.
All this time, I was still hooked up to a fluid IV and it caused me to want to urinate very often. I don’t know about you but it aint easy to pee lying flat on your back – try it some time. I actually had to have my wife hold my penis and aim it into the jug they give you to catch it. As hard as that sounds, it’s even harder when there are other people watching. I guess I had a form of performance anxiety. At some point, I had to give in and let the nurse hold my penis while I peed! I have to say, that was humiliating but when you have to go and there is no one else but the nurse to help, you’d do it too.
Along the way, your body starts to hurt from lying in one position so long. I really felt it in my lower back and butt.
About two hours after the procedure, the worst of the whole thing has to happen, the nurse removes the catheter! That may sound like it’s a good thing and it is, but it’s painful.
Two nurses teamed up to remove it. They began with removing the temporary dressings over the tubing and prepare the more permanent dressings. Next, they pull the tube out and use direct pressure to seal the incision and stop the bleeding. I have heard other people tell me that this is usually done with sandbags but not in my case. My male nurse stood over me with straight arms pushing down on the wound with his palms. I can’t tell you how painful this was – I almost blacked out in the beginning. I actually used breathing to get me through it (sort of like Lamaze techniques for childbirth). I also had a death grip on the bed rails. All this while naked with my penis hanging out, and I still couldn’t move and had to lay flat. THIS LASTED FOR 30 OR SO MINUTES!
About 20 minutes into it, the male nurse was perspiring and his arms were shaking and he was red faced. He removed the direct pressure to check the wounds and all seemed fine but the other nurse resumed the pressure since protocol dictates that they must go 20 minutes plus another 10 minutes to be sure.
When it was all over, they bandaged the wound with a tight pressure dressing and told me that I had to continue to lie on my back for 4 more hours as they continued to monitor my vitals.
That ended right around 1PM or so and shortly after, they finally let me eat something (I had not eaten since about 8PM the night before). The male nurse fed me two tuna salad on white bread sandwiches with sips of ginger ale in between. He literally fed all of this to me by hand (I was still flat on my back, remember).
The next toughest thing was when my wife brought my son up to see me. Poor little guy was very upset (I guess I did not look that good!). I did my best to reassure him that I was fine – especially since the doctor fixed what was bothering me – and that I would be around a long time. I have to say, it’s very hard to explain this kind of thing to a 10 year old. He got through it OK if not a bit scared and shocked by the whole thing.
Through all those hours on that bed, my back hurt, my butt went numb, and my hips and legs were very stiff. It was not even remotely easy to endure.
Finally, at about 7:30 that night, I was able to sit up in bed and even get out of bed to use the bathroom. I was sore all over and it was painful to stand up (my back and legs were very sore and stiff.)
After a fitful night of sleep, the hospital released me the next morning and I went home to recuperate. I had hoped to go back to work on Monday (my procedure was on a Friday and I went home on Saturday) but I was still a bit tired and decided to take one more day to rest.
One of the weird things that go along with this is that the area of my leg that the catheter was inserted is somewhat numb now and all the hair growing back has been itchy! Also, after the procedure, you have to take a blood thinner (in my case – Plavix) for basically the rest of your life. The Plavix made me feel really odd. Almost like I did not know what to do with myself. It even felt like my skin was crawling. In fact my body had to get used to the increased flow of blood and I ended up back in the hospital with chest pains. They did another catherization a week and a half later to make sure everything was OK. It was and there were no other blockages.
Another side effect was that the palms of my hands and my feet itched like crazy. I thought I had a bad case of athlete’s foot or something. Evidently, sometimes the Plavix can cause rashes in the hands, arms and feet. I did not get the rashes but the doctor speculated that with the better circulation due to the stent and the Plavix, the capillaries in my hands and feet were reacting to the increased blood flow and that caused the itching.
After going home from the hospital, I had to begin a regimen of cardiac rehabilitation. This is basically an exercise program at the hospital. I go to the rehab unit for a 45 minute or so session 3 days a week where I exercise for 10 or 15 minutes at a time alternately on the treadmill and pedaling a stationery bike.
I will have to keep up the exercise and I'm on a diet (I'd like to lose a substantial amount of weight). My life has really changed. It has not been easy and I have a lot to get past before I am fully recovered.
Labels: boy, catherization, diet, exercise, heart, nurse, pain, pee, recovery, son, stent
Excitement
In a week, we'll be leaving for Lake Placid, NY so that my Son can play in a hockey tournament there. We're all very excited (everyone in my family, his teammates and their families).
To think that my son will be playing on the very ice that a
Miracle took place. I was at Lake Placid the first week of the 1980 Olympics and I have great memories of it and I am so looking forward to going back.
I might even be convinced into taking a ride on either of
these.
These games will be the last these kids will play this year. It's sad but relieving. They've become almost like a family of brothers (and 2 sisters!). One of the girls on the team has a crush on my boy! He's totally oblivious to it though and not interested. You can see it when she smiles at him - and when she hits him when they are practicing on the ice. It's really cute.
The worst thing is that the program he plays in is collapsing and we are going to have to move him to a new program. He's going to have to try to fit in new group of kids and we're worried about it. We're worried about fitting in with a new group of parents, too.
I guess life is about change and the key is how you deal with it.
Labels: boy, hockey, Lake Placid, son, team
