So, when last we met, dear reader, I was embarking of under-employment but ever so hopeful things would continue on the course I had set it on. I stopped climbing the walls, so to speak only to have the freaking wall fall on me! I planned on giving myself one week off from work, which is reasonable since I hadn’t really had five straight days to myself since, well, since I don’t remember when….and starting the next week Mom shot up a temperature to like 103.1 and then it would go down, then back up. I got the temporal thermometer to see if the digital one was not digitizing the information the way we wanted but it was telling the truth. Which basically means now I have a really cool thermometer…..but I digress. I called 911 and had them take her to the ER in Mountain View. If there is one thing I can say about being on anti depressants and anti anxiety SSRI and dopamine enhancers is that when you are faced with something serious your emotions shut down and you can focus on the task at hand get things done. Well, sort of. Apparently was being a real pain in the caboose and my humor wasn’t what my sisters would have liked. After a few long, tiresome hours they realize that Mom was dehydrated. Who knew you ran a temperature when you are dehydrated. S. had heard about it when she went through her medical assistant training but she wasn’t sure. Once that was determined they decided to give her IV fluids and see if it brought her double digit BP back to the normal range….well, normal for an 85 year old woman. They admitted her around 2 am, I went home and had dinner, took a chill pill and went to bed around 4am.
What I learned from this experience is that 1) the right hospice agency makes all the difference and 2) never make plans that you can’t put off for later. We’ve changed our hospice agency which is more aggressive towards the pulmonary set, unlike the last one that would have been happy for me to give Mom morphine to calm her down and let her die in her sleep. The hospital doctor sent her home with a nebulizer and between me and K we have been militant about her getting her treatments, eating whether she wants to or not, and drinking at least two quarts of water a day she is gaining ground. Just as she started to get back on her feet the holidays descended like a biblical plague. Okay, so I’m not a bit holiday fan but being broke, being literally tied to the house like some house bound prisoner because Mom doesn’t like to be alone and “misses me” even if I’m in the other room. Did I mention she’s almost as deaf as a door knob? (hearing aids are on the list of things to do in the New Year).
I guess what I’m blathering on about is that I’m tired, I feel like a well used rubber band that is still functional if you don’t push it beyond it’s but when too much pressure is applied it will loose the last of it’s elasticity and then when pushed father will snap and crumble to bits. My doctor thinks I’m doing fine, but then we didn’t talk about how I imagine sawing through my arms again, or how I want to use a razor to carve a cross hatch pattern from my wrist to the bend in my elbow. I won’t do it, I know I won’t, I’m too big of a sissy when it comes to physical pain but he seems to think it is something that should be reported to him. I wish he was tech savvy enough to just read this and prescribe accordingly. I can’t go up any further on m=any of my meds so what other choice does he have then to tell me I’m doing good and hope the placebo effect will see me through until the stress passes?
I’m pretty sure this will be my last entry for 2014. May the New Year be bright, healthy and prosperous. Thank you for reading and following me.
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Gartner’s are nothing if not resilient. You can get through this, and your family loves you.
Gartner’s are nothing if not resilient. You will get through this and your family loves you.
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Thank you, i appreciate the support. I think I keep tripping over some unrealistic entitlement crap and it makes me feel isolated….that is for another post through. I love my family too…..hopefully see you sooner rather than later