In lieu of monologue monday

Since the next few days are going to be crazy for me I an consolodating Sunday Stuff and Monologue Monday in this post ... see you on the other side!

And so ... Friday morning, after being home one night after successful spine surgery, Toonman told me he had a hernia ... how did he know?  He GOOGLED it .. yup sure enough ... 

I called our fabulous Dr TG who said 'meet me in the office at 8:30' ... after she confirmed it and expressed concern the intestine might be not getting enough or any blood she sent us off across the street to the ER. 

In record time we were triaged, put in a private ER Room (!), assessed by several doctors, Toonman got x-rayed, blood drawn, the hernia literally pushed back into place (ouch) and sent up to a room in under 2 hours.

I think the way to have that happen is to have the triage nurse take your vitals and find a BP of 98/67.

Toonman says 'wow, my BP hasnt ever been that GOOD' (and he was serious) as I watched the nurse enter EMERGENT into the computer I say '98 IS NOT A GOOD THING' and simultaneously he's put into a wheel chair, RACED into the private ER room where I tell the eager interns and residents all his doctors names and insist both the surgeon and the cardiologist be called STAT; then they were to page Dr Z and/or her partner Strep.   

The cardiologist, Dr L, ordered a beta blocker and things settled down while we waited on the blood work.  Within a 90 minutes he was on his way - with me schlepping his bagged clothes - up to the 10th floor were he had a window view 

and a very nice roommate - okay, so the TV was loud but not loud enough to drown out the constantly BEEPING monitor but I liked the guy's wife, she sort of reminded me of my mom.

But when Dr Z showed up an hour or so later she told us not to get comfy because we were headed uptown to St Luke's other division where the Cardio unit is and where Dr S, a cardio-thorasic surgeon, had his team waiting along with Dr L to put in a cardio cath and surgery would happen on Monday ... WHEW .. I guess his heart wasnt in on the  'team' decision to operate in the next 'few weeks'.

We were escorted, Toonman on a gurney wrapped up like a 'taco' (that's what the adorable EMT said) and me schlepping the bagged clothing AND his cane down to the street, into an ambulance; we rode uptown where the entire Cardio Cath team was waiting (if we'd arrived at the ambulance bay I am sure they'd have all been in the street a la Grey's Anatomy or ER but we arrived at the front door and this is Manhattan not Seattle or Chicago) up on the 3d floor.

The EMTs literally rolled Toonman into the procedure room, I was escorted still schelpping to the a chair in the Cardio Cath recovery area.  I played Angry Birds Level 7-3 ... its the best distraction/time waster I know.   

In what seemed like no time, Dr L came to tell me it was done; the heart is undamaged except for the aortic valve and 'some' blockage in I forget where but not to worry Dr S will clean it out when he replaces the valve.  I got to see Toonman, still a little woozy from the drugs, kiss him and remind him that his heart belongs to me and he has to take care of it.   After a short wait for 'transport' which never showed up, two CC RNs rolled him (with me schlepping) into the elevator and to his room in the CCICU; his nurse is lovely, the place is so nice and quiet.  I sat with him for an hour,  I could see he was falling asleep, I kissed him many times goodnight and still schlepping his stuff I went down to the street to get a cab home.  

Uptown St Luke's is at 113th and Amsterdam the cab traffic uptown is not as good as on Tenth Avenue/59th St so I waited a bit for a cab, in warmer weather I would have walked home.   

When I got home I read all the truly wonderful emails, text messages (thank you CBW) and FB replies (thank you to all my friends) before eating a half box of chocolates (thank you again Faye), playing WORDS (thank you Annie) and then going to sleep.  

And now I to shower, have some lovely hot blueberry rooibus and then clean up this place, go get beautified™ and head up to visit my honey.


  1. Bless your heart... and Toonmans. You both have been through the wringer lately. Glad to hear that Mr. Toon is being taken care of so well. Remember to take care of yourself Ms. Daryl. Hugs and blessings to both of you!

  2. Oh honey. The schlepping alone...

    Glad you're going to have some time to beautify. Not that you need it, but it's the time...

  3. Thinking of you. Thanks for the play by play. Tell Ray I send my best wishes. Me and George, of course - who is out shopping right now for birdseed. And no, we didn't let him take the car by himself.

  4. Oh dear...what a time you have had..just the schlepping wears me out! So glad the Toonman has such an excellent team of doctors - give him a hug from me and take care of yourself! Thoughts and prayers, as always

  5. Oi, Daryl. You must be exhaustepated. Please take good care of yourself and give our best wishes to Toonman. We will be keeping you both in our thoughts. Our love to you both.

  6. He really doesn't do anything halfway when it comes to health, does he? This whole time I've been thinking that you were at uptown St Luke's, that's where my mom used to work. Excellent hospital, crappy neighborhood, definitely take cabs, okay?

    Much love, good thoughts, and virtual chocolate coming to you both.


  7. Oh my! That was a lot of schlepping. I am glad to hear that Toonman is in good hands. Hopefully this will all be over soon and you both can just relax at home together.

  8. Okay, looking for a positive in this new schedule.
    you get more beautiful.
    Ray and you don't have to wait weeks for surgery,
    he is in a safe place getting cared for while you wait.
    A little schlepping is good for the soul?

  9. what a journey you and toonman are on - fingers crossed and many prayers your way xxo

  10. Love you. You are an amazing woman, Daryl, with all your strength and humor! through all this. Enjoy your beautification deserve it.


  11. oh my gosh...& I was expecting it was all mostly over! unbelievable.

    I love that Ray's heart belongs to you.

  12. What a hectic time for you and
    Toonman. I'm sending good thoughts
    and vibes until you give the all clear.
    Don't forget to take care of you too!

  13. Hating you had to do so much of it, but I do love that word: schlepping.

    Added some humor to what must have been quite a nerve wracking time. You do it well because you are brave like that. Whew. Glad you had a chance to eat rooibus?

    You both are in my prayers ((Hugs))

  14. All you need to do is say the word and I am headed north. Do not even hesitate to ask, I'd be there in not a New York minute thanks to the drive, but how about a Mathews minute.

    Thinking of you both and sending positive wavelengths your way.

  15. That schlepping has ME worn out! Glad everything went smoothly and all is well again. You definitely deserve pampering yourself!

  16. Wow, Daryl! What a sequence of events! Sounds like your husband is in good hands. Best wishes to both of you.

  17. what an adventure!!
    I hope this next surgery will be the end of Toonman's medical hijinks for a long while! Give him my best and tell him all my digits (and the baby's, too) are crossed for a smooth surgery...

  18. Here I am...with a constant stream of positive vibes, thoughts hugs and loves flowing your and Toons way...

  19. OMG what a traumatic time for you both! You know I'm keeping you both in my prayers and sending oodles of Reiki to Ray. Keep strong both of you. x

  20. WEll as Roseann Rosannadanna said, "It's always something!" Good grief, you two need a break. Give TM a hug pour moi and keep one for yourself.

  21. Wow! What a hectic, scary few days you both have had. Here's hoping next week will be much less eventful for you both.

  22. Prayers, prayers, prayers. Love and light. Positive thoughts. All coming your way.

    All of this is so scary, Daryl, and I am glad you have all of us and hopefully tons of people in the city who are helping you through it. They never give the good drugs to the worried/anxious loved ones. We all get to be painfully aware of what's going on. But the prognosis is, I'm sure, very good. They've been doing this stuff for years.

    He has a broken heart, but you will always mend it for him.

    Love, D


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