Post by Ambrienne on Aug 2, 2013 13:00:20 GMT -5
I had computer troubles recently, some of which I vented to Solana about. I'm not going to vent more about that. It's small potatoes, really. I tend to focus on... well, maybe whining a bit about small things when other bigger issues are looming over me. I guess it keeps me from freaking out most of the time.
Anyway, to the point. My mother's health has been decreasing for the past couple of months. She stopped going out with us (my dad and myself) on the weekends (the only time during the week that she got out of the house), initially because she wasn't sleeping too well. Then, one weekend during that time period, she did go out with us, but by the time we got home from our journey across the river, she was in serious pain, enough that she decided that she was staying home from then on.
Now, during the past few weeks, it got to the point where she was having such a difficult time getting around, that I was the one making all the meals that weren't takeout (we've actually eaten takeout fewer times since I've been involved, but that's beside the point). And then, over the last week or so, she needed my help to get from the recliner where she sleeps/spends pretty much all of her time, to get to and from the bathroom... which is only about 12 feet or so away.
Last evening, just as the Cards game was in its first couple of innings, we decided to take her to the hospital/called an ambulance, etc. We waited for what seemed like forever with her in the ER after they took her blood and did whatever initial medication stuff they do. It was at least 2 or 3 hours, near the end of which they finally decided to tell us that she was going to have to be taken to a different hospital on the other side of the river. By that time it was late. Very late. So we had to go home and leave her to the mercies of the medical personnel.
An eyeroll is really inadequate for how I feel about doctors, but you get the idea.
My dad initially decided that he would take today off, but for some crappy work related reason (I'm sure it was necessary from work's perspective, but everything seems like crap right now), he decided to go in to put out the 'fires' that were currently smoldering in his workload. I had to go in to work at the church, but that was only a few minutes from the house and what I typically do on Friday's can been done in an hour or less depending on how efficient I am. I decided to stay the full three hours at church because dad was at work anyway, and I have trouble finding my around my own little area. There's no way I can make it across the river by myself.
It wouldn't have been much of an issue except... my mom called our house two times within the first hour after I went to church. So, yeah... nobody was home. Since I know how insane hospitals make me, I feel like absolute garbage that I couldn't rush right over there and you know... actually be there.
...My dad should be home within half an hour. It just won't seem like soon enough to me right now. I have no idea exactly how dire (I suspect very, very dire from my non-medically educated opinion, but it would take a complete and utter moron not to make some inferences) my mom's health is right now, so that just adds to the anxiety. I suspect that I will be spending most of the rest of the day at the hospital unless mom figuratively drop-kicks us out.
Anyway, I'm signing off now.
By the way, way to break a losing streak, Cards. It's too bad they couldn't spread those runs out to cover their losses in the other games.
Anyway, to the point. My mother's health has been decreasing for the past couple of months. She stopped going out with us (my dad and myself) on the weekends (the only time during the week that she got out of the house), initially because she wasn't sleeping too well. Then, one weekend during that time period, she did go out with us, but by the time we got home from our journey across the river, she was in serious pain, enough that she decided that she was staying home from then on.
Now, during the past few weeks, it got to the point where she was having such a difficult time getting around, that I was the one making all the meals that weren't takeout (we've actually eaten takeout fewer times since I've been involved, but that's beside the point). And then, over the last week or so, she needed my help to get from the recliner where she sleeps/spends pretty much all of her time, to get to and from the bathroom... which is only about 12 feet or so away.
Last evening, just as the Cards game was in its first couple of innings, we decided to take her to the hospital/called an ambulance, etc. We waited for what seemed like forever with her in the ER after they took her blood and did whatever initial medication stuff they do. It was at least 2 or 3 hours, near the end of which they finally decided to tell us that she was going to have to be taken to a different hospital on the other side of the river. By that time it was late. Very late. So we had to go home and leave her to the mercies of the medical personnel.
An eyeroll is really inadequate for how I feel about doctors, but you get the idea.My dad initially decided that he would take today off, but for some crappy work related reason (I'm sure it was necessary from work's perspective, but everything seems like crap right now), he decided to go in to put out the 'fires' that were currently smoldering in his workload. I had to go in to work at the church, but that was only a few minutes from the house and what I typically do on Friday's can been done in an hour or less depending on how efficient I am. I decided to stay the full three hours at church because dad was at work anyway, and I have trouble finding my around my own little area. There's no way I can make it across the river by myself.
It wouldn't have been much of an issue except... my mom called our house two times within the first hour after I went to church. So, yeah... nobody was home. Since I know how insane hospitals make me, I feel like absolute garbage that I couldn't rush right over there and you know... actually be there.
...My dad should be home within half an hour. It just won't seem like soon enough to me right now. I have no idea exactly how dire (I suspect very, very dire from my non-medically educated opinion, but it would take a complete and utter moron not to make some inferences) my mom's health is right now, so that just adds to the anxiety. I suspect that I will be spending most of the rest of the day at the hospital unless mom figuratively drop-kicks us out.
Anyway, I'm signing off now.
By the way, way to break a losing streak, Cards. It's too bad they couldn't spread those runs out to cover their losses in the other games.
Run that one by me again. 1 + 1 is not equalling 2 here. Are they saying she might be able to walk again without help? Does that mean the medication they're giving her might make a difference? Does that mean that, whenever they transfer her to rehab in skilled nursing care (which would be covered short-term I'm pretty certain) and she completes that, we're going to have to magically have the house clean? ...I'm not expecting anyone to answer that, it's just the stuff that runs through your head when something's totally unexpected. So unexpected that I was actually kind of angry inside instead of glad, because I feel like we're all being jerked around like puppets or something.