On the Other Side of the Bed

I’ve recently started dating a young lady who also has a congenital heart condition. Two weekends ago we were supposed to get together for a date; however, our plans were disrupted by CHD. For once it’s not me and my wonky heart that were acting up, instead it was her wonky heart.

She popped into atrial flutter on Thursday and upon seeing her electrophysiologist Friday she was admitted to the hospital. She was scheduled for an ablation on Monday morning and I got to walk her down to recovery and hang out with her and her Mom until they were ready for her in the cath lab.

I know the doctors where she is are some of the best in the country and the fact that they couldn’t get the rhythm under control will make it easy to find the bad circuit and eliminate it. I just can’t stop my mind from thinking about her and how bad a job I am doing of keeping it together while she is in there. I once wrote that parents, mothers particularly, have a much worse time dealing with procedures than the patient.

I can now confirm that is a true statement.

I’m finding myself anxious and tense, something I’ve never associated with being in a hospital. I’m sure all this worrying is for nothing and she will come through this with flying colors, but I still have that little voice nagging me in the back of my head.

The upside of this is we got to spend most of that weekend together. We even had a little lunch date on Sunday down in the food court for some salads, before watching a movie on DVD back in her room.