I'm on an episode of 'House, M.D.'

**WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD!!!!**

So this week has been absoulty awful! The saga started on Friday, my mom was in a car accident and totalled her car, although she was just fine just bumps and bruises. I made plans with my mom to drive her around on Saturday so she could run errands, and that made her feel better. Meanwhile I go to the instacare on Friday night because I have a bladder infection, get meds and get home around midnight.
Saturday comes and my roommate and I take my mom around, we get all the stuff out of her car, and start working on getting her another one (my roommate's dad is a used car salesman.) Later that night to keep my mom's mind off of the fact she had no car we took her to see a movie. While we were leaving the movie theater my mom started feeling light headed. She doesn't move very fast anyway because she is waiting to get a hip replacement, so we just took it easy and let her rest for a minute. We make it to the car and while helping her into the car, she got really lightheaded and started to pass out, and became unresponsive. We take her to the instacare-after lots and lots of arguing about wheather or not she really needed to go- and they sent us down the the emergancy room.
We get to the emergancy room and they take her vitals, give her and EKG, which came back normal, and then tell us to wait until they have a room for us in the back. Two and a half hours later we finaly get a room! (yes by this time it is about 1 o'clock in the morning) We chat with the doctore, but since it has been so long, mom of cource has no symptoms left. So nice ER doc sends us home and tells us if she starts felling dizzy again to come on back.
So Sunday comes, and I go to church and on my way home to get my ticket to go to the Draper Temple dedication I get a voice mail from the Primary president in my parents ward saying she is back at the ER because she had passed out during sharing time. She also tells me that she lost her pulse, and they had to do CPR for about a minute before she started breathing on her own again.
I skip the temple dedication (big shock i know) and rush down to the emergancy room, find out that my mom did not have a heart attack, but they don't know what the problem is. (all this from the nice ER doc from Saturday night-yes same doc) Mom gets taken for more tests, and admited because the cardiologist wants to know what is going on before she gets to go home. More tests on monday, all come back normal, and then while walking back from the bathroom mom starts to faint again like she did at the movies on Saturday. So mom gets confined to bed, which drives her nuts! Tueday more tests, and we find mom's plateletts are low and she is getting two bags of packed cells, they also want to do a bone marrow biopsy. More heart tests, all coming back normal.
So today (Wendsday) mom goes in for an elecracal physiolical (probably didn't spell that right) study of her heart. The doctor finds out that she has ventricular tachacardia, and she needs to have a defibralator implanted. (like a pacemaker only fancier)
So much relief because we finally have an answer! I left the hospital to come to my history class, and she was going to surgury. She still needs to have the bone marrow biopsy done, but that should be done tomorrow and she should be able to come home by Friday. So yes, this week I have flet like I have been part of an episode of House, without the cute Austraian doctor to keep me company.
Will post more later and update on what the bone marrow says, and how the surgry goes, but for now mom is doing much better and is happy they found out what was wrong. What is really impressive is when you look at the stastistics, the percentage of people who have this V-Tach happen, are then brought into the hospital and are able to leave is 1%. The percentage of people who are saved by CPR is only 30%. So my mom is part of 30% of 1% who actually live after having this happen. I think God wants her to stay put for a while.