Patricia
My grandmother has MRSA in her eye/eyesocket
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I think that most people that know me know of my INSANE grandmother and her 20year long descent into complete madness at the hands of dementia and eventual alzheimers.
she was always fairly sprightly [albeit completely mad and a hazard to herself] and was in considerable physical health when she finally went to live at an old people's home after years of my disabled mother caring for her every day [Just little things really, but more than my mother could manage, certainly] She remained comfortable in the home, though her mental state continued to deteriorate at an alarming rate. The last I had heard, she'd forgotten how to feed herself and didn't know what a knife or fork was. But her body was still ticking away.
However, 3 or so months ago she was admitted to hospital with a GROSS infection in her left knee that made her whole left leg turn purple and swell to a disturbing size.
She had sepsis [Blood poisoning] was on an IV drip and should have died. But the hospital insisted on pumping load after load of horrendous body wrecking antibiotics.
An 88year old with severe alzheimers is not going to just leave needles in her arms. She repeatedly rip the needles from her arms and tug at the various tubes about her person. She had horrendous bruising all along her arms from failed attempts to keep an IV in her. She was sedated a lot of the time.
Fortunately she didn't try to pull out her catheter or disconnect her colostomy bag. By this point she is too far mentally gone to be able to tell if she needs to use the toilet.
So she had the course of antibiotics, leaving her leg healed but at an alarmingly high risk of strokes or heart attacks that could strike her at any moment.
They did not.
She recovered, was removed from a quarantined ward at the hospital and place on a normal ward.
A week later she fell out of her bed. Bruising ensued.
By this time my grandmother lays curled like a fetus, singing to herself and rocking backwards and forwards, begging to see her family [Not my mother or uncle or her grandchildren, mind] She's Asking for her mother and father. Like a child.
My mother continued to visit once a week or so, on her own. Sometimes Grandmother wouldn't respond, sometimes she'd be friendly and other times, she would be hostile telling mother to get out. Her only family member that visits regularly. This is breaking my mother's hearts despite how used to it she is.
Yesterday on her way to the hospital my mother is informed that Grandmother has once again been quarantined. This time because of an infection in a small cut above her eye that had became infected with MRSA virus. Highly contagious and near enough untreatable.
I genuinely just hope that she dies quickly and just STOPS suffering. Her body is obviously trying to die and she just keeps getting bought back from the brink. If this continues much longer she will eventually just be a breathing lump of meat and hair. I know this sounds harsh and hate myself for saying that I hope she dies but I HATE seeing her this way. There are barely any traces of who she used to be Just shattered fragments of memory that stop somewhere before 1960 possibly even before that. My grandmother died the moment Alzheimers began to grip and tear at her mind and sanity.
There is nothing left. Not even instinct.
Just breathing and rocking and humming the odd portion of wartime song.
She remembered all the words to Lord's Prayer when she was receiving antibiotics.
Funny that. If anything solidifies my contempt for Christianity, it's right here. She's lost who she is, the family and friends she made. all gone. But that prayer resonates in there still. I resent how that had priority. And I resent how the only reward that priority reaped was insanity.
If she could see what she had become and the assumed burden she had become, she would weep. She might not be able to register anything for more than a few seconds, but I hate the state she's in and she needs to be at peace. Will her immune system be enough to fight off MRSA or will she succumb to a slow and horrifying ailment. If she DOES recover it's just a matter of time until the next complication occurs.
If I ever ended up in this state I would welcome death.
D:
I think that most people that know me know of my INSANE grandmother and her 20year long descent into complete madness at the hands of dementia and eventual alzheimers.
she was always fairly sprightly [albeit completely mad and a hazard to herself] and was in considerable physical health when she finally went to live at an old people's home after years of my disabled mother caring for her every day [Just little things really, but more than my mother could manage, certainly] She remained comfortable in the home, though her mental state continued to deteriorate at an alarming rate. The last I had heard, she'd forgotten how to feed herself and didn't know what a knife or fork was. But her body was still ticking away.
However, 3 or so months ago she was admitted to hospital with a GROSS infection in her left knee that made her whole left leg turn purple and swell to a disturbing size.
She had sepsis [Blood poisoning] was on an IV drip and should have died. But the hospital insisted on pumping load after load of horrendous body wrecking antibiotics.
An 88year old with severe alzheimers is not going to just leave needles in her arms. She repeatedly rip the needles from her arms and tug at the various tubes about her person. She had horrendous bruising all along her arms from failed attempts to keep an IV in her. She was sedated a lot of the time.
Fortunately she didn't try to pull out her catheter or disconnect her colostomy bag. By this point she is too far mentally gone to be able to tell if she needs to use the toilet.
So she had the course of antibiotics, leaving her leg healed but at an alarmingly high risk of strokes or heart attacks that could strike her at any moment.
They did not.
She recovered, was removed from a quarantined ward at the hospital and place on a normal ward.
A week later she fell out of her bed. Bruising ensued.
By this time my grandmother lays curled like a fetus, singing to herself and rocking backwards and forwards, begging to see her family [Not my mother or uncle or her grandchildren, mind] She's Asking for her mother and father. Like a child.
My mother continued to visit once a week or so, on her own. Sometimes Grandmother wouldn't respond, sometimes she'd be friendly and other times, she would be hostile telling mother to get out. Her only family member that visits regularly. This is breaking my mother's hearts despite how used to it she is.
Yesterday on her way to the hospital my mother is informed that Grandmother has once again been quarantined. This time because of an infection in a small cut above her eye that had became infected with MRSA virus. Highly contagious and near enough untreatable.
I genuinely just hope that she dies quickly and just STOPS suffering. Her body is obviously trying to die and she just keeps getting bought back from the brink. If this continues much longer she will eventually just be a breathing lump of meat and hair. I know this sounds harsh and hate myself for saying that I hope she dies but I HATE seeing her this way. There are barely any traces of who she used to be Just shattered fragments of memory that stop somewhere before 1960 possibly even before that. My grandmother died the moment Alzheimers began to grip and tear at her mind and sanity.
There is nothing left. Not even instinct.
Just breathing and rocking and humming the odd portion of wartime song.
She remembered all the words to Lord's Prayer when she was receiving antibiotics.
Funny that. If anything solidifies my contempt for Christianity, it's right here. She's lost who she is, the family and friends she made. all gone. But that prayer resonates in there still. I resent how that had priority. And I resent how the only reward that priority reaped was insanity.
If she could see what she had become and the assumed burden she had become, she would weep. She might not be able to register anything for more than a few seconds, but I hate the state she's in and she needs to be at peace. Will her immune system be enough to fight off MRSA or will she succumb to a slow and horrifying ailment. If she DOES recover it's just a matter of time until the next complication occurs.
If I ever ended up in this state I would welcome death.