As I left to head home, surprisingly, I remembered everything I needed for work. I was worried it’d leave my grip, what railroaders call their luggage, but I remembered it. I forgot my work jeans, though, but I’m thankful I had a pair at home. They were waiting to go to the cleaners, so I just wore dirty jeans to work! Once home, I was a little late for Tank’s usual time to be let out and put to bed. So he was eagerly awaiting my arrival. I had things to pack up, laundry, and dishes, so he was mad I kept him up past bedtime. The dishes in the sink were about 10 days old and stunk! The house even smelled bad after I rinsed and put them in the dishwasher. We were out of dishwasher detergent, but that didn’t stop me from running them through anyway.
I was called for work just before 4 am but did get a few hours of sleep snuggled up to Tank. The guys ahead and behind at work me took vans up to bring trains back, getting double pay to do a day’s work and be back home earlier. So the slow train I got was the icing on the crappy work cake! I’d had a little hope I wouldn’t stay in Alpine and get a van back home. I’m writing this from my hotel room, so that should tell you how that turned out!
Amanda texted me while at work to tell me the rounding cardiologist had come by to say the transfer was initiated. Since she was getting transferred, they just planned to keep her on the Bumex drip. The PA didn’t want to change anything since it was working now. There was a chance the transfer could happen today, but it would likely be Monday. The doctor said they’d sent everything over, but a surgeon may come over and talk with her. He told Amanda he understood Dr. Nair knew her, but he asked about her support system. Amanda explained he’d just missed me every time he came by. The inpatient coordinator was there while the team was rounding. She and the PA both chimed in and said, “He’s always here!” Amanda said it was cute. He’d have seen me if he were a regular rounding cardiologist. He never rounds at the usual time; I’m always there for rounds.
The coordinator mentioned that the Methodist inpatient coordinator was the one we’d had during the first transplant. He’d transferred over and does the same thing there along with our old out patient coordinator. Amanda had joked that it would be crazy if we had the same coordinator. It will be good to see familiar faces, but I wonder why so many are moving over there.
After a nearly 12 hour shift I got a little nappetizer. Upon waking up, I had received a text from a lady in the complex about dog walking. It was close to nine, so I didn’t want to call so late, but it gave me hope I’d have some backup, especially with Amanda likely to be inpatient for a while with the transfer. I’ll call and get a feel for how she could help with Tank tomorrow morning. I plan to take him up with me when I go back. I’ll just have to figure out how to leave him. It would be better if I could stay the night with him before just dropping him off and leaving, but I’m sure our furniture will help him know it’s home.
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