Saturday Marty and I had plans. We were having the carpet cleaned. Saturday morning we would have to move furniture, get breakables in a safe spot, move a lot of plants. Not huge but stuff to do. Friday night I went into A-Fib again. It was close to bedtime and I went to bed thinking in the morning the heart would have settled down. Nope, didn't happen. Still vibrating and very dizzy.
Again the call to the Kaiser Advice Nurse and Doctor. Again they said to come in now. No problem, except we were close to the window of the carpet cleaners arriving. I told Marty to just drop me off and I would call when they released me. He didn't go for that. He came in, made sure I was going to be kept and not in danger, and then left. I received the usual excellent care from the ED staff. And had to have all the same tests run that had been run last week. After several hours I was to be discharged.
Now how to get home. The carpet cleaners are at the house so Marty can't leave. I am too tight to call a taxi for a 7 minute ride. Plus I needed to pick up prescriptions and I needed someone to help me. I was too tired to handle anything. So I called friend Kirsten. She had Facebooked me to call if we needed help. She lives less than 10 minutes from me and maybe wasn't tied up with her son's activities. She said she would be there as soon as possible.
A tech wheeled me down to the pharmacy to get my new prescriptions. Kirsten was waiting there for me. She went up to get my meds and they said, so sorry we don't have drug X. (this is the drug Marty tried to pick up earlier this week and they didn't fill the correct drug. I have since ordered it on line but it hasn't arrived yet.) They could order it and I could come back in a couple of days. Or we could drive to Kaiser Oakland and maybe they would have the drug. My powerful friend, Kirsten, explained to them I had to have the drug or I would have to stay in the hospital. She said they needed to pull the drug from the supply the hospital staff uses. And they did. Not a full prescription, but hopefully enough until the rest arrives by mail. Then Kirsten drove me home.
We all have friends at different levels. Some care about us, but we don't socialize much. Some are just party friends. Some we see rarely but they are close like family, some are there always when you need help. Kirsten is one of my friends who is there for me always, emotionally and physically. If she can't do it she will send her husband or a mutual friend. She isn't my only friend I could have called, but she was the one I called Saturday. She handled everything that I couldn't deal with. She took me home, walked me up the stairs and handed me off to Marty. Love you Kirsten!