My mom was in the hospital the week before Thanksgiving and got out on that Monday. She was still pretty weak and little confused. The neurologist changed her Lyrica around a little to help the seizures stop and seemed to work.
Well, with the added Lyrica, it put her over the recommended dose for dialysis patients and made her a little lathargic and confused. Around holidays, they adjust everyone's dialysis schedule so they can take the holiday off and my mom got confused. She thought she was supposed to go on Wednesday as opposed to her usual Tuesday, so she would go with the transport on Tuesday when they came to pick her up.
Needless to say, by Thursday (Thanksgiving day) she was in pretty bad shape. She hadn't had dialysis since Monday and I knew when I left that day that we would be back in the hospital. I got the call at 5am on Friday morning, but I didn't hear my phone ring. So when I woke up about 10:00, I got the voicemail. I already felt very bad because I hadn't heard my phone, but when I got to the hospital, I found out that they put a foley cath in her - and she doesn't produce urine!!! So there was blood in it and her bladder was very very sore.
On top of that, they had to give her something to counter the narcotics in her system because she was pretty much unconsious from being so over medicated.
She went straight from the ER to the dialysis unit in the hospital and was doing better after her dialysis - but none the less, I had nurses giving the "you suck" look because they had tried to call me (the only thing I can figure, is that the small heater we have in our room is loud enough, that I didn't hear my cell phone - a situation which I have corrected so it won't happen again).
My husband - of course he's getting mad and pouty on me because I do go to see my mom each day when she's in the hospital. She can't get out of bed, so she's stuck in her room. If she could get out, she could at least go talk to people or something, but she can't and I know she gets very lonely and bored. Anyway, so here it is Wednesday, and my husband is copping a total attitude about the time I spend with my mom.
I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I can't make either one of them happy all the time, so one of them is always mad at me for something or other, but I do get tired of the tug-of-war. (And he forgets when he was in the hosptial, I was there with him everyday and stayed over night with him one night because he was afraid)
But on the upside, they put in a mediport yesterday. This means I don't have to yell at the nurses to stop poking her trying to get an IV in. Her skin is so hard, that MOST of the time, they can't get one in.
After her dialysis yesterday, she seems to be doing a lot better - her blood pressure is back down to where it should be, she can breathe better, and she looks better. With any luck, she will get to go home today.
There's my venting....I just wish a book of answers would drop into my hands so that I knew what to do, and what was the "right" amount of time to spend where. It breaks my heart when she's so sick, she gets scared and grabs ahold of me and there's just terror in her eyes. How can I NOT go to see her everyday when she's there??
Well, with the added Lyrica, it put her over the recommended dose for dialysis patients and made her a little lathargic and confused. Around holidays, they adjust everyone's dialysis schedule so they can take the holiday off and my mom got confused. She thought she was supposed to go on Wednesday as opposed to her usual Tuesday, so she would go with the transport on Tuesday when they came to pick her up.
Needless to say, by Thursday (Thanksgiving day) she was in pretty bad shape. She hadn't had dialysis since Monday and I knew when I left that day that we would be back in the hospital. I got the call at 5am on Friday morning, but I didn't hear my phone ring. So when I woke up about 10:00, I got the voicemail. I already felt very bad because I hadn't heard my phone, but when I got to the hospital, I found out that they put a foley cath in her - and she doesn't produce urine!!! So there was blood in it and her bladder was very very sore.
On top of that, they had to give her something to counter the narcotics in her system because she was pretty much unconsious from being so over medicated.
She went straight from the ER to the dialysis unit in the hospital and was doing better after her dialysis - but none the less, I had nurses giving the "you suck" look because they had tried to call me (the only thing I can figure, is that the small heater we have in our room is loud enough, that I didn't hear my cell phone - a situation which I have corrected so it won't happen again).
My husband - of course he's getting mad and pouty on me because I do go to see my mom each day when she's in the hospital. She can't get out of bed, so she's stuck in her room. If she could get out, she could at least go talk to people or something, but she can't and I know she gets very lonely and bored. Anyway, so here it is Wednesday, and my husband is copping a total attitude about the time I spend with my mom.
I've pretty much come to the conclusion that I can't make either one of them happy all the time, so one of them is always mad at me for something or other, but I do get tired of the tug-of-war. (And he forgets when he was in the hosptial, I was there with him everyday and stayed over night with him one night because he was afraid)
But on the upside, they put in a mediport yesterday. This means I don't have to yell at the nurses to stop poking her trying to get an IV in. Her skin is so hard, that MOST of the time, they can't get one in.
After her dialysis yesterday, she seems to be doing a lot better - her blood pressure is back down to where it should be, she can breathe better, and she looks better. With any luck, she will get to go home today.
There's my venting....I just wish a book of answers would drop into my hands so that I knew what to do, and what was the "right" amount of time to spend where. It breaks my heart when she's so sick, she gets scared and grabs ahold of me and there's just terror in her eyes. How can I NOT go to see her everyday when she's there??
