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Small celebration, guarded optimism

RM6f9 (825298) writes | more than 4 years ago

Medicine 4

After 2 weeks between hospital and skilled nursing facility, she's coming home tomorrow - new rails and seat for her tub, walker and wheelchair, the dread blue parking placard, right leg twice the size and 1/4 - 1/10 the strength of the left and on enough morphine and oxycodone to keep me comatose, but:

She's coming home tomorrow.

Hell, later today as of now.

After 2 weeks between hospital and skilled nursing facility, she's coming home tomorrow - new rails and seat for her tub, walker and wheelchair, the dread blue parking placard, right leg twice the size and 1/4 - 1/10 the strength of the left and on enough morphine and oxycodone to keep me comatose, but:

She's coming home tomorrow.

Hell, later today as of now.

Once she's home, we'll both sleep better (translated - I'll be able to sleep instead of just pass out for 4-5 hours per night), hopefully the leg will improve faster here at home and she'll be able to get up and out and back into her (and our) regularly-scheduled life.

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4 comments

Good luck, man (1)

zogger (617870) | more than 4 years ago | (#29369191)

You've been sweating this hard and I sympathize. Prayers and best wishes in -> your direction. And both of you keep up your strength!

    When I was doing hospice care for my elderly aunt, I got fabulous results on wearing out the juicer and blender and getting her off so much all the sugary stuff and junk food she was used to eating. I just made her never ending soups and drinks with clean raw veggies and fruits, with some really lean meat like poultry breasts and fish, and also was able to eliminate the bulk of the pills the docs had her on, (fired one doc outright he was so rank, just about wanted to kick his ass right in his office, threatened him with a complaint to the medical establishment and a serious lawsuit if he dared to send her one more bill for his bloated and overpriced rank "care", and found a better more holistic doc for her). She was just taking so much different meds, like dozens of bottles on her shelf when I showed up for the care, it left her in a daze or passed out all the time and she got to the point she couldn't even get out of bed, let alone get pushed around in a wheelchair. I chucked them out, literally swept all them pills into the garbage, got the new doc who was much more conservative on the drugs, and started in on helping her get her strength back plus develop a more positive outlook, we watched a LOT of comedies and old romances type movies (her favs) and so on and talked endlessly, I pumped her on everything about our family's past I could, stuff like that. Heh, she was the one dug out a pic of my old man in a ZOOT SUIT, funniest damn thing ever, he NEVER razzed me about how I dressed or my hair again after I told him I had seen that pic! HAHAHAHAHA! Hippie revenge! "You look and dress weird!' "Oh ya, how about that ZOOT SUIT!" more HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

  So anyway, after three weeks or so of doczog's nutrition therapy and attitude adjustment she was *walking*, I kid thee not, walking and able to give herself a bath rather than bed baths the visiting nurse and I had been giving her! Her bedsores were healing up and all that good stuff.

  But then, she got her strength back and went back to being her normal rambunctious and medium ornery self (ex army sergeant in ww2, army air force actually, WAF, and then prospecting in the desert for some years with my uncle, then worked directly for howard huges! She was a proof reader for secret high tech engineering manuals and stuff, all that hughes government contract stuff like the keyhole sats) and decided she didn't care anymore, sick of fighting it, was ready to go, argued with me, said she just wanted to enjoy herself, so back to the icecream and cakes and stuff...sigh. She went back down the tubes then fast, but it was her wishes so that was that. It DID work for awhile though, it was spectacular really. I think she just held out too long, I didn't get involved sooner (entire continent apart at the time), and she really had no good medical counseling when it was first discovered and maybe could have made more of a difference in longer term outlook.

Here, let this dude be your nutrition and health inspiration [wikipedia.org] . He's dang walking living proof of what he says.

I'm glad to hear it (1)

johndiii (229824) | more than 4 years ago | (#29371613)

And I hope that you see continued improvement.

Thanks for the update ... (1)

tomhudson (43916) | more than 4 years ago | (#29374645)

... now go get some sleep!

Home. It means a lot of good things, especially when you're sick and hurting. I hope returning home helps both of you.

Damn it. (1)

RM6f9 (825298) | more than 4 years ago | (#29395907)

She came home, for a couple days - wouldn't eat, got weaker, eventually this afternoon had to call an ambulance for transport beck to hospital - raging bladder infection! Hospital hit her with antibiotics, no other *apparent* challenges, so she's back to her Skilled Nursing Facility (same bed!), and I'm back to critters morning and evening, bedside in between. The good news (if you can call it that) is that I've finally manned up and told my employers that I'm choosing to spend as much time as possible with my wife, which means zero time working for them, and if they have to replace me with someone actually available to work, I guess I'll have to understand that.
Oh, and, bonus round material, message on my answering machine when I got in tonight, cardiology "urgently wants to set up an appointment to do a CT scan of her chest" - I get to call them, explain her status, (including a yucky sensitivity/nausea reaction to IV contrast), and ask WTF is so urgent about it.
In the Army, there were situations where I knew what I was risking, knew why I was risking it, and my m-16 and my radios comforted me mightily. For the fears I'm feeling now, I am not prepared.
How go *your* various months? (emphases on positives much appreciated).

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