Off to the hospital!

Okay, that makes me feel better. :rose:

My mother keeps telling the nurses they smell like onions.

My dad is trying to roll with it, but my sister is the stress queen, and she keeps comparing this to when our brother had dementia-type issues. :rolleyes:

I teach summer school in the morning but will spend the rest of the day at the hospital tomorrow so dad can get some sleep.

I wonder how much rum we currently have in the house.

:cool:

Probably less than you had on Friday morning. :p
 
Okay, that makes me feel better. :rose:

My mother keeps telling the nurses they smell like onions.

My dad is trying to roll with it, but my sister is the stress queen, and she keeps comparing this to when our brother had dementia-type issues. :rolleyes:

I teach summer school in the morning but will spend the rest of the day at the hospital tomorrow so dad can get some sleep.

I wonder how much rum we currently have in the house.

:cool:

See if one of the medics will give you some mega sleeping pills, dissolve one in a glass of some beverage...have sis drink up...problem solved. The last thing you need is Chicken Little running around the barnyard screaming 'The sky is falling'. ;)
 
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POCD is fairly common. We deal with it using a mix of a sense of humor and knowledge of what is going on. The duration of it is dependant on the patients ability to flush out the chemicals. It usually takes anywhere from one day to several days. When did this start? Did they change her pain medication before or after it started?

The Blood Clot is worrisome but not overly so. Did they say where they think it originated? Does your mothers M.D. have her wearing SCD's? (These are air owered compression devices worn on the legs. They inflate and deflate automaticly helping with the circulation in the legs.) If not ask about them. The Blood Clot will be taken care of by the blood thinners.

Take your sister to the side and explain to her that her actions are not helping matters. Her historionics do nothing to help your mother but they do cause delays and interruptions in her care.

Yes Nurses and Doctors do tend to make the worst kind of patients, to those who do not have a sense of humor or empathy for what they are going through. (I have never had a problem with them. The children of Lawyers on the other hand.......)

Try to relax and allow your mother to heal.

Cat
 
I had my bowel resection when I was 58 years old, which is probably a little younger than your mother is now. When I was released from the hospital, and tried to sleep, I lay on my back and it felt as if I was pulling on the stitches. I coulldn't comfortably lie on my side either, so I slept on a recliner chair, which was much like a hospital bed, for about a month. After her discharge, it might be a good idea to rent a hospitsal bed for a while to help her sleep. :rose::rose::rose:

It might help her fart too. :cool:
 
She has a pulmonary embolism? Is that the fancy term for blood clot in the lung? So she's on high doses of meds for that, and the doctor said she'll probably be on the blood thinner after she comes home. Whenever that will be now, of course.

And sis? Well - I keep hoping she'll mellow but that's been a long unsuccessful battle.

The nurses on the Oncology floor are very sharp. We know she's receiving excellent care. We're all just a little lost with this unexpected crazy turn of events.

But if she seems a little better tomorrow, I'm going to sneak a bit of video of some of the wild things she says. Or maybe I'll just write them down.

And blackmail her later.

:rose:

Yes, pulmonary embolism is doctor talk for blood clot to the lung. How bad they are depend on where they lodge, but it sounds like her's was not causing any symptoms? The thinners will dissolve it, but they don't want pieces of it traveling to other parts of her lung, hence the decision to keep her in bed.

Can you slip some rum into your sister's drink? Convince her to take the morning shift while you take the afternoon shift?

I hope your mother is doing better today. :rose:
 
Things are better.

Mom is doing much better, pretty much her lucid self. Bits and pieces of the situation are filtering though now. Doesn't have too much memory of the time when she was under the anesthetic throes, though she said, well, I like this room much better than that dungeon they had me in.

Then she stopped for a moment, said, - oh - but this is the same room, isn't it?

She also took an instant dislike to one of the male nurses during her confused state. She refused to take medicine from him, wouldn't speak to him. There was something about him she did not like.

From what she'd said, I envisioned monster. When I glimpsed this evil man (away from her room - he worked the other side this day) he was this slight little person. I dunno.

She was also still complaining about whoever it was who kept pulling on her feet. Kept pulling and squeezing and wouldn't leave her alone.

I wondered - um - could that have possibly been your leg compression bandages that squeeze and release?

My mom is a brilliant person. As the confusion fades, she is really disturbed by the memories of what she thought was real. And she did not want to be alone last night so dad stayed with her again. The memories of her "dungeon" room remain.

I wish we could move her to a different room. We did move flowers and put some cards up on the wall she faces to change the view, see if that would help.

Poor mum. But she is doing better.

This is encouraging. :rose::rose::rose::rose:
 
The patient lay half-awake having woken from her colon surgery.

Nurse: "He'd done some neat stitching there; a running stitch. I wonder what you call a man who can sew quite that well?"

Patient "Rare"

And with that fell into a restful sleep.
 
Pathology report - no cancer in the lymph nodes.

And the drugs seem to be leaving mom's system.

She did not throw things at the nurse today.

:heart:

Glad to hear things are going well. Will send more healing thoughts and vibes your family's way.:kiss:
 
Yup. Last December, the second night after the operation I definitely did not want to go home. Good thing, too. The surgeon took one look at me that night and said, "Obviously you're not going anywhere!" But the next night . . . hey, lemmeoudahere!
 
I hadn't been reading your posts fully because they would make me cringe so early on I had to leave...

this post was easy to read. Good news always is. I am happy for you both :D
 
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