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Well there was a scary moment this morning when Ma had a little breathing trouble after she took her meds. She has a bit of trouble with swalowing the pills. She takes them for acid reflux, anxiety, her heart and a daily vitamin. She took the last of the daily pops and started coughing and wheezing. I was right on it thinking that she was actually choking thinking of the whole Heimlich thing when she managed to ask for her inhaler. A few puffs and arms up brought her back to a stable calm.
"Smell the roses, blow out the candles, Smell the roses, blow out the candles."
That is the breathing mantra we were taught. It helped, and we got her back to a comfortable couch. it was a close one.
Plus there is a pain patch that is causing a bit of trouble. It's changed every three days, and there is always trouble on day one. Like a nicotine patch, it constantly administers an amount of pain relief as it is absorbed into the skin. The highest amount is on day one and that is where the trouble starts. I guess it numbs her muscles therefore makes walking a serious chore. Takes two or three attempts to stand and about 3 minutes to walk 10 feet. Plus after those short trips she is totally exhausted.
My question is, is she actually in pain? She says no and I believe her, so does she even need the thing? Or is it working to cover pain that might be there?
Mentioned this to the visiting nurse and she suggested a change of meds.
Another pill.
Oxy Contin.
Fuck that no way.
I will not turn her into a zombie vomit factory.
We'll see what the doctor says.
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Went to a wake yesterday. That's always fun.
Buddy's (Al) father passed away from none other then my old friend cancer. Liver cancer to be exact.
They found it way too late, two weeks ago as a matter of fact. It had progressed beyond the point of hope. They found it, gave him two weeks to live and 5 days later he was gone.
That's how that shit works.
All and all I was alright. There was a few moments where I just looked around the at service and saw myself in Als' spot and that's when things got to me.
After that we eventually made it back her for a little gathering. It was Me, Wayne, John, Liz, Nicki and eventually Al. It was cool and we had a good time talking about some old crazy days.
Both John and Liz got to sit with Ma for a bit and then Al had his turn. After my father died Al had talked to my mother and told her that she was more of a parent to him then either of his folks.
Hard to hear that but nice nevertheless.
Oh well it's another day and I have to get moving.
"Smell the roses, blow out the candles, Smell the roses, blow out the candles."
That is the breathing mantra we were taught. It helped, and we got her back to a comfortable couch. it was a close one.
Plus there is a pain patch that is causing a bit of trouble. It's changed every three days, and there is always trouble on day one. Like a nicotine patch, it constantly administers an amount of pain relief as it is absorbed into the skin. The highest amount is on day one and that is where the trouble starts. I guess it numbs her muscles therefore makes walking a serious chore. Takes two or three attempts to stand and about 3 minutes to walk 10 feet. Plus after those short trips she is totally exhausted.
My question is, is she actually in pain? She says no and I believe her, so does she even need the thing? Or is it working to cover pain that might be there?
Mentioned this to the visiting nurse and she suggested a change of meds.
Another pill.
Oxy Contin.
Fuck that no way.
I will not turn her into a zombie vomit factory.
We'll see what the doctor says.
***********
Went to a wake yesterday. That's always fun.
Buddy's (Al) father passed away from none other then my old friend cancer. Liver cancer to be exact.
They found it way too late, two weeks ago as a matter of fact. It had progressed beyond the point of hope. They found it, gave him two weeks to live and 5 days later he was gone.
That's how that shit works.
All and all I was alright. There was a few moments where I just looked around the at service and saw myself in Als' spot and that's when things got to me.
After that we eventually made it back her for a little gathering. It was Me, Wayne, John, Liz, Nicki and eventually Al. It was cool and we had a good time talking about some old crazy days.
Both John and Liz got to sit with Ma for a bit and then Al had his turn. After my father died Al had talked to my mother and told her that she was more of a parent to him then either of his folks.
Hard to hear that but nice nevertheless.
Oh well it's another day and I have to get moving.