Great googly moogly…let’s not do that again!
Look, I know just because I am who I am you all think I’m like some crazy-ass superhero who can take anything, but this open heart surgery thing is getting old. I mean, I’d like to get home before I qualify for an AARP card.
In the meantime, here’s quick update on some important doings. Still living in the cardiac intensive care unit here at Boston Children’s Hospital. I’ve been here now for about 80% of my life. A really long time, right?!?
To honor me, or something like that, I was interviewed by the Boston Children’s Hospital blog, Thriving. Nifty stuff.
Here’s a sample:
Ari, how’s life been treating you these days?
Well, you might say after two heart surgeries before birth, two balloon catheters shortly thereafter, and a major open-heart surgery at 12 weeks old that it’s been a bit of a grind. But you play the cards you’re dealt. Win the boobie prize? Make breast milk. That’s what I say.
You’ll also find my answer to the question, “Michael Jackson had the world in silver gloves. Madonna in ripped fishnets. Superman in blue Underoos. How will you have the world to emulate you?”
It’s all pretty cool. I hope you read it. If you do, I have a request for you: share your thoughts by making a comment directly on the Children’s blog. And feel free to share it through Facebook, Twitter, smoke signals, Goodyear blimp…you know, the usual places. After all, Ashton’s not the only one with an online following to keep up.
Worth noting, they interviewed me before I had the mitral valve replacement. Which, if you haven’t seen, is wild.
Since the last update, I’ve been surprisingly unlike me: practically no curve balls. Except for one brief pulmonary hypertensive crisis, I’ve fairly much stayed away from life threatening shenanigans. (Well, it was hot last week so I snuck out to South America for a quick ski run. Don’t tell anyone.)
A few days ago I got my breathing tube out. Now I’m on BiPAP. Assuming all goes well, I’ll be on CPAP or a high flow oxygen cannula shortly. My feeds are now up to 4 ml per hour. Better call Jenny Craig.
Pretty soon I’ll have more volume and then probably more calories, too. Once I get off breathing support, I can hit the bottle. Until then, they have to puree my buffalo wings and put them through the tube.
In other news, I’m no longer a Versed or morphine addict! I am, however, an Ativan, methadone, and dexmedetomadine addict. I’m serious about quitting this time, though. I’ll be cutting back over the coming weeks one by one. They say I gotta go to rehab…
In any case, hopefully someday, soon they’ll move me from the “unit” to the “floor.” For now, it’s one day at a time here in CICU.
P.S. It’s hard not to like me, but now you and all your friends can like me on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/dangerschultz.
P.P.S. Thanks to the super groovy Babson College MBA students in dad’s Services Marketing class for making the Emmy Award winning Here Comes the Sun video for me. You guys rock the party that rocks the party.