nyaaaaaaaaaargh
Jan. 1st, 2021 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I fucking hate Roper! Though I suppose I'm more pissed ATM with her cardiologist's office right now. I'm pissed that she specifically asked her doctor and then her surgeon if having this all done at the end of the year, with the stream of holidays all in a row, would present a problem. And each assured her that no, it would be fine.
They are both fucking on vacation. Because OF COURSE THEY ARE. OF COURSE IT'S FINE FOR THEM AND OF COURSE THEY DIDN'T THINK THERE'D BE A PROBLEM. FOR THEM THERE'D BE NO PROBLEM BECAUSE THEY WERE GOING ON VACATION.
Sorry for the screaming but basically imagine just about everything in this post screaming.
Mom's still in the hospital. May I remind you that she had her surgery 12/17/20 and was supposed to be in the hospital, all told, for about a week. It's now January. I want to cry and scream and I've basically been very, very quiet around here because I don't even think venting will help. It's just exhausting in every way.
However, let's try and find a narrative thread to make this week's frustration easy to follow along. *thinks* Hmm.
Okay, for most of Mom's stay that involved having to walk (so not the ICU), she's balked terribly at having to do so even though she's popping up and down to the bathroom a million times a day. But if forced, and I do mean forced, she'd do a partial walk in the hall at some point. Until this week when she just started melting down if you'd suggest it. She didn't mention until...yesterday or the day before that it's the hallway, not the walk, that freaks her out and she didn't tell me until today that it's the hallway combined with the memories of losing her mother and her sister within a week of one another and the fact that hello, today's the anniversary of sister's death. Sister who was fine and only in the hospital because everyone else went out of town for *something* and she couldn't stay alone because it was late 60's and she was a diabetic who'd already lost her vision to it. And she was handling it about as well as one Stacey McGill did in her rebellion against her disease books. So yeah, they had her in the hospital to keep her safe. OH. She couldn't travel for the funeral for whatever reason. Duh, self.
Yesterday I finally got someone to agree to try just walking around in her room (it's what they'd be doing in fucking rehab anyway) and she did so well that PT immediately gave her seal of approval. OT gave theirs the day before. Yesterday's nurse also finally managed to track down the surgeon's office to get someone to come look at her drain sites because they'd been a little gross two days prior. Yes. They couldn't be bothered for two goddamn days. But in that time, thanks to the nurses taking action, she was getting better on that front and seemed reasonably fine. *knocks on wood*
Since last week we've been told repeatedly that in order to send her home, she needs to make the switch from her liquid meds (the Lasix) to oral and then enough time to make sure the switch is safe. So we've basically been waiting each day for the switch. Waiting. Katy, Mom's nurse for the first half of the week, explained at some point that they were also waiting for her to be at a certain point before they'd do the switch. It was tied to her weight upon check-in. Wednesday or so she hit that weight and dropped under. Yesterday she was definitely under and they started talking discharging her this weekend.
Yesterday started off kind of rocky but I finally managed to put out all the little fires I could and got people on board and it was a great ending other than dinner being shit.
Imagine my fucking surprise to walk in and see her in bed, hooked up to an IV, and obviously in distress. Turns out that her potassium levels had bottomed out to the degree that they woke her the fuck up to take the pills and then start her on the first of FOUR bags of potassium chloride. FOUR. In between the second and third I had to correct the nurse (nicely) when she said that'll teach you to not take your pills. Nope, the hospital took her off them two days prior and Mom even asked about them and was told yesterday her levels were normal, albeit at the low end of normal. Low end of normal shouldn't turn into less than 12 hours later being fucking tortured.
It took til sometime after 2pm to get through all those bags, btw. She was miserable. I was miserable. And unlike yesterday's floater nurse, today's was basically MIA unless specifically summoned.
I never saw her do the Lasix which is unusual because the last forever has had them do it every few hours but I suppose it's possible they dialed it back.
Oh, I forgot to circle back on the hallway bit. So the guy from the cardiologist's office is the kind who doesn't understand mental blocks or aversions and doesn't seem to get chronic pain and basically seems to be refusing to sign off because he wants her to walk in the hallway.
And if a single person dares say, "just go in the hallway to shut him up" I shall be forced to attack because I suggested that and I might regrow my head sometime before the end of the year. Annnnnnnnnd that was before she explained why she was freaking out. So no.
But seriously, even without the history, I get not wanting to go walking out there. It's a madhouse.
Also also, no one bothered to mention until today that the weight she checked in at is still not good enough because she was retaining a lot of fluid then, too. FUCKING MENTION THAT BEFORE WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR MORE THAN TWO WEEKS, ASSHOLE.
Basically I want Mom home and I am exhausted and every time I think we're almost there, some asshole moves the goalpost.
I fucking hate Roper! Though I suppose I'm more pissed ATM with her cardiologist's office right now. I'm pissed that she specifically asked her doctor and then her surgeon if having this all done at the end of the year, with the stream of holidays all in a row, would present a problem. And each assured her that no, it would be fine.
They are both fucking on vacation. Because OF COURSE THEY ARE. OF COURSE IT'S FINE FOR THEM AND OF COURSE THEY DIDN'T THINK THERE'D BE A PROBLEM. FOR THEM THERE'D BE NO PROBLEM BECAUSE THEY WERE GOING ON VACATION.
Sorry for the screaming but basically imagine just about everything in this post screaming.
Mom's still in the hospital. May I remind you that she had her surgery 12/17/20 and was supposed to be in the hospital, all told, for about a week. It's now January. I want to cry and scream and I've basically been very, very quiet around here because I don't even think venting will help. It's just exhausting in every way.
However, let's try and find a narrative thread to make this week's frustration easy to follow along. *thinks* Hmm.
Okay, for most of Mom's stay that involved having to walk (so not the ICU), she's balked terribly at having to do so even though she's popping up and down to the bathroom a million times a day. But if forced, and I do mean forced, she'd do a partial walk in the hall at some point. Until this week when she just started melting down if you'd suggest it. She didn't mention until...yesterday or the day before that it's the hallway, not the walk, that freaks her out and she didn't tell me until today that it's the hallway combined with the memories of losing her mother and her sister within a week of one another and the fact that hello, today's the anniversary of sister's death. Sister who was fine and only in the hospital because everyone else went out of town for *something* and she couldn't stay alone because it was late 60's and she was a diabetic who'd already lost her vision to it. And she was handling it about as well as one Stacey McGill did in her rebellion against her disease books. So yeah, they had her in the hospital to keep her safe. OH. She couldn't travel for the funeral for whatever reason. Duh, self.
Yesterday I finally got someone to agree to try just walking around in her room (it's what they'd be doing in fucking rehab anyway) and she did so well that PT immediately gave her seal of approval. OT gave theirs the day before. Yesterday's nurse also finally managed to track down the surgeon's office to get someone to come look at her drain sites because they'd been a little gross two days prior. Yes. They couldn't be bothered for two goddamn days. But in that time, thanks to the nurses taking action, she was getting better on that front and seemed reasonably fine. *knocks on wood*
Since last week we've been told repeatedly that in order to send her home, she needs to make the switch from her liquid meds (the Lasix) to oral and then enough time to make sure the switch is safe. So we've basically been waiting each day for the switch. Waiting. Katy, Mom's nurse for the first half of the week, explained at some point that they were also waiting for her to be at a certain point before they'd do the switch. It was tied to her weight upon check-in. Wednesday or so she hit that weight and dropped under. Yesterday she was definitely under and they started talking discharging her this weekend.
Yesterday started off kind of rocky but I finally managed to put out all the little fires I could and got people on board and it was a great ending other than dinner being shit.
Imagine my fucking surprise to walk in and see her in bed, hooked up to an IV, and obviously in distress. Turns out that her potassium levels had bottomed out to the degree that they woke her the fuck up to take the pills and then start her on the first of FOUR bags of potassium chloride. FOUR. In between the second and third I had to correct the nurse (nicely) when she said that'll teach you to not take your pills. Nope, the hospital took her off them two days prior and Mom even asked about them and was told yesterday her levels were normal, albeit at the low end of normal. Low end of normal shouldn't turn into less than 12 hours later being fucking tortured.
It took til sometime after 2pm to get through all those bags, btw. She was miserable. I was miserable. And unlike yesterday's floater nurse, today's was basically MIA unless specifically summoned.
I never saw her do the Lasix which is unusual because the last forever has had them do it every few hours but I suppose it's possible they dialed it back.
Oh, I forgot to circle back on the hallway bit. So the guy from the cardiologist's office is the kind who doesn't understand mental blocks or aversions and doesn't seem to get chronic pain and basically seems to be refusing to sign off because he wants her to walk in the hallway.
And if a single person dares say, "just go in the hallway to shut him up" I shall be forced to attack because I suggested that and I might regrow my head sometime before the end of the year. Annnnnnnnnd that was before she explained why she was freaking out. So no.
But seriously, even without the history, I get not wanting to go walking out there. It's a madhouse.
Also also, no one bothered to mention until today that the weight she checked in at is still not good enough because she was retaining a lot of fluid then, too. FUCKING MENTION THAT BEFORE WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR MORE THAN TWO WEEKS, ASSHOLE.
Basically I want Mom home and I am exhausted and every time I think we're almost there, some asshole moves the goalpost.
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