Hang it all.
Not a good way to start one’s morning! My new, evil, awful, horrible cell phone rang. Not recognizing the new ringer, I attempted to slap off my radio and then went for the cordless before I realized what it was. So I finally wrestle the thing out of the charger and don’t recognize the number. It’s the nursing center calling because they can’t reach my mother and need to talk to her about my grandmother. [Gulp] How to get Norah’s heart into her mouth faster than almost anything else! There’s a conflict with her CPR orders. The sheet she signed at the hospital says no recusitation measures whatsoever. The sheet she signed at Knollwood says CPR only. They just wanted her to clarify this. That was 7:38.
Lazy bum that I am, I decided I wouldn’t sacrifice 15 more minutes of precious sleep until the alarm went off, so I snuggled back down. Unfortunately, my mind wanders when I can’t fall back asleep right away. The call set me on edge; naturally, trying to sleep again was a joke. Today’s wanderings took me to St. Vincent’s operating wing, and led me to ask: what the fuck are they thinking?? My grandmother will be 89 on Saturday. Her heart rhythm is all over the map, irregular, unstable, etc. And they’re going to put her under total anesthesia? For the first time in her entire life? A woman who is prone to huge anxiety attacks and was prescribed Valium for a long time to control them? Do they not think that the prospect of major surgery is something that just MIGHT set her off into one of her episodes - one that could possibly cause a heart attack or STROKE, given her condition?? Am I the ONLY person who thinks this might be ill-advised??
Had a weird dream about the MIQ. Very odd. I very rarely dream about anyone in particular, much less the type of dream last night brought. Hmm.
Gah. I’m likely going to spend the late afternoon at the hospital waiting for her to come out of her drug-induced sleep. And freaking out until then.
Lazy bum that I am, I decided I wouldn’t sacrifice 15 more minutes of precious sleep until the alarm went off, so I snuggled back down. Unfortunately, my mind wanders when I can’t fall back asleep right away. The call set me on edge; naturally, trying to sleep again was a joke. Today’s wanderings took me to St. Vincent’s operating wing, and led me to ask: what the fuck are they thinking?? My grandmother will be 89 on Saturday. Her heart rhythm is all over the map, irregular, unstable, etc. And they’re going to put her under total anesthesia? For the first time in her entire life? A woman who is prone to huge anxiety attacks and was prescribed Valium for a long time to control them? Do they not think that the prospect of major surgery is something that just MIGHT set her off into one of her episodes - one that could possibly cause a heart attack or STROKE, given her condition?? Am I the ONLY person who thinks this might be ill-advised??
Had a weird dream about the MIQ. Very odd. I very rarely dream about anyone in particular, much less the type of dream last night brought. Hmm.
Gah. I’m likely going to spend the late afternoon at the hospital waiting for her to come out of her drug-induced sleep. And freaking out until then.