Every year sometime in late January, Dixie and Mark come to visit us. To keep his professional engineering license current, Mark needs to take some continuing education courses and he chooses to get them in January at the World of Concrete Convention in Las Vegas. This year they were going to do the convention first and then arrive at our house on January 22. On the morning of January 22 Dixie called me and told me that they weren’t going to be there that day but hopefully they would get there the next day, Friday.
They were between classes and Mark was visiting with a fellow in a vendors booth and he felt dizzy and was looking for a place to sit down. He walked out of the booth and that is the last thing he remembers. He woke up in the hospital.
They tried to revive him but he was very delirious and talking nonsense so they called an ambulance. The paramedics hauled him off to the Sunrise Hospital. One of the security staff (or maybe a paramedic) used Marks finger to open his phone and called Dixie who was back in the hotel room. I assume they got Dixies name from Marks wallet.
Mark has already had two heart attacks, so it isn’t hard to imagine where Dixie’s mind went when she got a call from Marks phone and a womans voice askes if this is Reynold Hansens wife. Mark never goes by Reynold. Dixie rushed to the hospital and they spent the day going through a myriad of tests and none of them showed any signs of problems. Finally, at the end of the day when they were about to discharge Mark, the doctor decided to keep him over night for observation and there was one more test they wanted to do the next morning.
In the morning they did the final test. From what I can tell, they strapped him to a bed, moved him around a bit and then stood him up and made him stand there for thirty minutes after which they then fed him a nitro pill. He immidiatley passed out. This time his heart was being monitored and they saw that it stopped beating for nine seconds. They decided to give him a pacemaker.
Mark has been having dizzy spells for several months now and that could be explained by a heart that stops beating now and then. It was now Friday and they scheduled the surgery for Saturday morning. Lisa asked me if I thought I should head to Vegas to be with my sister. My first thought was that they would be fine but later that day I changed my mind. No one wants to sit alone in a waiting room while their loved one is having surgery. While the surgery is now fairly routine, they are sticking probes into his heart and that seems scary to me.
I picked up the kids from school, packed and then headed north. I got there around 11:00pm. It was plenty of time to get a good sleep, but of course Dixie and I just visited until way too late. We got up early on Saturday morning because even though the surgery was scheduled at 8:00, the doctor was going to be going over everything at 6:30 or some unearthly hour.The surgery went well and we were all happy expecting Mark to be released Sunday morning. We stayed in Marks room pretty much the entire day just visiting and it was really nice.Marks room had a great view of the strip but all the nurses and orderlies kept apologizing because the parking structure next door had just been demonlished. Mark assured them that to him this was a beautiful view because he loved seeing how the concrete beams from the 1950’s were constructed and how they differed from concrete structures today. Mark made his way to the window and he was showing me how the rebar was positioned in the beam and how it had a tensile strength of something like 260,000psi. I found it quite fascinating.I think I annoyed the surgion and several of the nurses when I kept playing with all their equipment and asking a ton of questions. I kept a close eye on Marks vitals just to make sure he was not going to die on us. I was frustrated though because most of the outputs were sent to displays at the nurses desk where I couldn’t see them. I did get his bed all figured out though. They even had it alarmed so that if he got out of bed it set off an alarm.Mark and Dixie have a tradition that on their last night in Vegas they go out for a fancy meal. Since this wasn’t going to happen with Mark, Dixie invited me to this fancy meal. We ended up at Dixie’s favorite steak house, Bob Taylors Ranch House. It was rather expensive, but as it happens, Dixie and I have the exact same tastes in a steak. Rib Eye steak done medium. We split a steak and it was perfect for both of us.
We arrived at the hospital expecting to take Mark home but apparantly at some point during the night one of his probes had been dislodged so he went back into surgery to get it repositioned. Everything went well and once he was back in his room and coherent I had to hug them both and say goodbye. Mark was discharged Monday morning.
They were between classes and Mark was visiting with a fellow in a vendors booth and he felt dizzy and was looking for a place to sit down. He walked out of the booth and that is the last thing he remembers. He woke up in the hospital.
They tried to revive him but he was very delirious and talking nonsense so they called an ambulance. The paramedics hauled him off to the Sunrise Hospital. One of the security staff (or maybe a paramedic) used Marks finger to open his phone and called Dixie who was back in the hotel room. I assume they got Dixies name from Marks wallet.
Mark has already had two heart attacks, so it isn’t hard to imagine where Dixie’s mind went when she got a call from Marks phone and a womans voice askes if this is Reynold Hansens wife. Mark never goes by Reynold. Dixie rushed to the hospital and they spent the day going through a myriad of tests and none of them showed any signs of problems. Finally, at the end of the day when they were about to discharge Mark, the doctor decided to keep him over night for observation and there was one more test they wanted to do the next morning.
In the morning they did the final test. From what I can tell, they strapped him to a bed, moved him around a bit and then stood him up and made him stand there for thirty minutes after which they then fed him a nitro pill. He immidiatley passed out. This time his heart was being monitored and they saw that it stopped beating for nine seconds. They decided to give him a pacemaker.
Mark has been having dizzy spells for several months now and that could be explained by a heart that stops beating now and then. It was now Friday and they scheduled the surgery for Saturday morning. Lisa asked me if I thought I should head to Vegas to be with my sister. My first thought was that they would be fine but later that day I changed my mind. No one wants to sit alone in a waiting room while their loved one is having surgery. While the surgery is now fairly routine, they are sticking probes into his heart and that seems scary to me.
I picked up the kids from school, packed and then headed north. I got there around 11:00pm. It was plenty of time to get a good sleep, but of course Dixie and I just visited until way too late. We got up early on Saturday morning because even though the surgery was scheduled at 8:00, the doctor was going to be going over everything at 6:30 or some unearthly hour.The surgery went well and we were all happy expecting Mark to be released Sunday morning. We stayed in Marks room pretty much the entire day just visiting and it was really nice.Marks room had a great view of the strip but all the nurses and orderlies kept apologizing because the parking structure next door had just been demonlished. Mark assured them that to him this was a beautiful view because he loved seeing how the concrete beams from the 1950’s were constructed and how they differed from concrete structures today. Mark made his way to the window and he was showing me how the rebar was positioned in the beam and how it had a tensile strength of something like 260,000psi. I found it quite fascinating.I think I annoyed the surgion and several of the nurses when I kept playing with all their equipment and asking a ton of questions. I kept a close eye on Marks vitals just to make sure he was not going to die on us. I was frustrated though because most of the outputs were sent to displays at the nurses desk where I couldn’t see them. I did get his bed all figured out though. They even had it alarmed so that if he got out of bed it set off an alarm.Mark and Dixie have a tradition that on their last night in Vegas they go out for a fancy meal. Since this wasn’t going to happen with Mark, Dixie invited me to this fancy meal. We ended up at Dixie’s favorite steak house, Bob Taylors Ranch House. It was rather expensive, but as it happens, Dixie and I have the exact same tastes in a steak. Rib Eye steak done medium. We split a steak and it was perfect for both of us.
We arrived at the hospital expecting to take Mark home but apparantly at some point during the night one of his probes had been dislodged so he went back into surgery to get it repositioned. Everything went well and once he was back in his room and coherent I had to hug them both and say goodbye. Mark was discharged Monday morning.
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They founders of Hi-Z developed a thermoelectric battery that used Pu-238 as a heat source. It was used to power pacemakers and would outlast the patient. Due to concerns of cremation and the fact that mentioning the word "plutomium" freaked people out, it was never fully adopted.
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