<p>I have a couple of thoughts, based on my own experience this year. Just for context (and sorry to all who have already heard my story): I had a massive heart attack and went into full arrest in May. Spent two weeks in the hospital (most of the time in ICU) and two weeks at a rehab facility. Had at-home nurse visits, PT and OT, plus had a defibrillator implanted eight weeks after the MI. Just graduated from outpatient cardiac rehab.</p>
<p>1) In reading my hospital notes from the heart attack, I was amazed at the many errors about the medications I was on, family history, etc. Clearly my DH was not in any shape to give a full history and my medications list when we got to the hospital. (I was unconscious, so was not of much help.) Given my condition, there was not much time for the nursing staff to quiz DH, either. </p>
<p>In fairness, I did not have a list of my meds, doctors and history for him to grab and go, and I should have – I have had leukemia for ten years and I need to provide this stuff to docs all the time. I just had it all in my head. This was not helpful when DH had to contact my oncologist, primary doc, etc. to tell them what was happening. Neither of those docs have privileges at our local hospital, either, so not having all the info at hand made it harder for DH to get the other members of my team coordinated.</p>
<p>My inpatient records say nothing about the chemo and antidepressant I was on – and both are cardiotoxic. This would be vital information for the docs to have.</p>
<p>Since then, I have assembled a notebook with all my meds, names and contact info for docs, a history of surgeries/illnesses, a copy of my current bloodwork and the records from my heart attack. It is clearly labeled and sits on the cabinet next to the door. DH has an additional copy of my meds and docs on his crackberry.</p>
<p>2) After two weeks in bed at the hospital, I could barely keep myself in a sitting position. Lost lots of muscle mass, both shoulders went bad (and remain an ongoing problem), and my legs were like jelly. My chest ached for months from the CPR compressions (thanks, S2!), which also made it hard to keep my lungs clear. When I got to the rehab hospital, we started on building my core muscles again. My legs came back pretty quickly, but my trunk and shoulders have taken much longer. </p>
<p>3) I had also gone without oxygen while in full arrest, and while I have no permanent damage, there were some subtle changes for a while. I was dizzy with every postural change – going home to lots of stairs would not have been good. I did get frustrated while at the rehab hospital because I was ready to do more – until my body would suddenly protest. Had I been at home, I would have been pushing to do way too much, way too soon. I really needed to be at rehab – and I was in much better shape and much younger than the vast majority of patients there.</p>
<p>There are some drawbacks to rehab, and we wondered if we should have gone to the facility associated with the big heart center across town vs. one that was closer to home, where friends and DH could visit me more easily. And by that point, I really NEEDED visitors. I had to believe there was some normality at the end of the tunnel. </p>
<p>Certainly in my case, it was important for step-down care so that I could get the rest and therapy I needed to be able to face going home. Given that hospitals are so quick to release seriously ill patients these days, rehab is a logical step. It is also a respite for the caregivers. DH could go back to work knowing that someone was checking on me regularly. It helped him worry less.</p>
<p>After rehab, a home health nurse came by twice a week to check on me, and I had PT and OT three times a week at home. Not sure that I got that much out of it, but it kept me moving vs. sitting in a chair all day. For elders, getting out of that chair is critical.</p>