Back to the Hospital

It's definitely not a good thing when going to the hospital seems routine to you...

If we had a sign that says "___ of days since a Pfister was in the hospital", the number would have been set back to zero since Shorty checked in to Scottsdale Osborn today.

Here's the scoop. He started feeling sweaty and had a tightness in his chest at work this morning starting around 6:30 AM. He actually felt bad enough that he scheduled an appointment with his GP for 2:30 this afternoon.

Now, your average person who felt sick enough to make a same day doc appointment would probably go home and not stay at work. Shorty's never been average, though. He worked until he started sweating through his clothes then one of his co-workers drove him to the emergency room around noon.

When an old guy with chest pains comes into an emergency room, he gets instant service. They had him hooked up to stuff ASAP and an ER cardio guy checking him. Steven called me at this point to let me know what was going on but told me not to come down until they had more info.

The cardio guy tried to get in touch with Shorty's GP to get his take on the situation and a better history on Shorty. Unfortunately, the GP was getting an MRI done on his knee and didn't have his beeper. They did an EKG and checked his blood (for whatever it is they check) and the results were negative but the cardio guy decided to admit him for more tests.

He sent my Mom home around 3 and I left work early to go to the hospital. I just missed another cardiologist which was a bummer since Shorty's bad on remembering pertinent details. However, I was there when the GP came by. He said he's not sure it's cardio, could be something GI, but the tests were necessary.

So, tomorrow he's getting an electrocardiosomethinggram and an abdominal ultrasound. They're also still testing his blood. He's got a very nice nurse who was concerned about his blood pressure (which is high, 157/76) so they're going to keep a close eye on it. He's on meds for high blood pressure already but when he gets stressed, it goes up a lot.

I gave him hell for staying at work, made him eat most of his dinner, filled out his admitting medical history form, then hung out for a couple of hours before reporting his status to my Mom and Steven.

Oh, I also asked him if he happened to see the cute doctor in the ER when he was down there. He did not.

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