Better. and yet...not
They gave mom a head CT because they were worried about her continued confusion and disorientation. It came back negative. They stopped the morphine and ativan, thinking that was causing it. For the most part it was. It still took almost 24 hours for it to clear out and she got pretty nasty. I watched her try to climb out of the bed for an hour. She thrashed and moaned and cried and begged. I was ready to tell her that if she could tell me who I was, I would at least help her sit on the edge of the bed.
So Saturday was kind of rocky, and Varr had to be at corporate at 7am to supervise a data merger. He ended up playing WoW all day, but was still really tired and kind of cranky when he came home. We went to Lee Lee to get stuff to cook for the dogs, then watched some TV and planned to go see Despicable Me in the morning. He got up pretty early and did an amazing amount of yardwork, including dragging some of the Clampett pile out for brush and bulky pick-up this week. He sat down to rest and get some water and his phone rang, and the whole morning went to shit. His flunky failed to do something he was supposed to, so Varr had to remote in to try to fix a problem, and he was just furious, flinging his phone around and cussing. Apparently said flunky turned around from a trip up some mountain to try to fix it and there was some more grumbling, furious typing and a couple more phone calls. We missed the matinee we were going to try for, and I'd also gotten a call from Dad that mom's pneumonia was worse. We went up to see her for a bit, during which she mostly slept and did not look all that bad to me. We decided to try for the 3pm showing, and Varr was hungry, so we grabbed a bite to eat in the cafeteria, then wasted a little bit of time before the movie at Mom's house. Varr wants zucchini bread and I don't have any loaf pans, so I borrowed some from Mom, cut out Waffle's wizard's robes while I was about it, and Varr played some Wii. We loved the movie. Less so the noisy family that came in late, sat right next to me, left almost at the end, then came back in.
Somewhere in the last day or so, I got a huge knot in my upper back, between the shoulder blade and neck and didn't sleep for crap Saturday night because of it. Between that and Varr still being in a foul mood from work, we skipped out on robot night. I had also wanted to pay a visit to Dan at some point yesterday, but Varr seemed oddly resistant to the idea, so it never happened.
Right after visiting hours ended last, I got a call from Dad, saying Mom had woken up, cussed him out, claimed conspiracy, said she was going to sue everyone including me and demanded to know where I was. She did, whoever know who he was, knew who she was, and kind of where she was. I went skipping right up there this morning to see her, and she was still in a mood. She wants her cellphone, her purse, wants to go home, was rude to the doctor, disowned me, refused to speak to my Dad, and somewhere in all of that, she managed to eat some lunch, get up out of the bed and walk a good ten feet. She still thinks we're all out to get here and wants to either go home, or just give up and die. I talked to the case manager who's concerned about whether or not we can handle her at home, and I think we can, especially since she did so well getting up and walking. I think transfers to the bedside commode at home should be easy enough and it's not a big thing if she goes home with oxygen. She just needs to get off the IV meds and stay stable. She's still a little confused. I told her at least three times how she got there, and she seems unable to comprehend that she's at a hospital she's been in before, she's just in the ICU, where she hasn't been.
Now I'm just waiting for Varr to get home from work and hoping he didn't have a really crappy day at work, but he probably did. He was really mad at Scott and wanted to fire his ass yesterday. That's never a good way to start a Monday. My mom also sad some really rotten things to me that are easily forgiven and forgotten, but I skipped breakfast and lunch today so I'm a little on edge. I'm hoping she gets stronger and more oriented and we can just get her home and at least quit arguing about that. Varr's birthday is Thursday and I have to be at the Estrella storage on Saturday and everything seems just a tad overwhelming right this minute.
So Saturday was kind of rocky, and Varr had to be at corporate at 7am to supervise a data merger. He ended up playing WoW all day, but was still really tired and kind of cranky when he came home. We went to Lee Lee to get stuff to cook for the dogs, then watched some TV and planned to go see Despicable Me in the morning. He got up pretty early and did an amazing amount of yardwork, including dragging some of the Clampett pile out for brush and bulky pick-up this week. He sat down to rest and get some water and his phone rang, and the whole morning went to shit. His flunky failed to do something he was supposed to, so Varr had to remote in to try to fix a problem, and he was just furious, flinging his phone around and cussing. Apparently said flunky turned around from a trip up some mountain to try to fix it and there was some more grumbling, furious typing and a couple more phone calls. We missed the matinee we were going to try for, and I'd also gotten a call from Dad that mom's pneumonia was worse. We went up to see her for a bit, during which she mostly slept and did not look all that bad to me. We decided to try for the 3pm showing, and Varr was hungry, so we grabbed a bite to eat in the cafeteria, then wasted a little bit of time before the movie at Mom's house. Varr wants zucchini bread and I don't have any loaf pans, so I borrowed some from Mom, cut out Waffle's wizard's robes while I was about it, and Varr played some Wii. We loved the movie. Less so the noisy family that came in late, sat right next to me, left almost at the end, then came back in.
Somewhere in the last day or so, I got a huge knot in my upper back, between the shoulder blade and neck and didn't sleep for crap Saturday night because of it. Between that and Varr still being in a foul mood from work, we skipped out on robot night. I had also wanted to pay a visit to Dan at some point yesterday, but Varr seemed oddly resistant to the idea, so it never happened.
Right after visiting hours ended last, I got a call from Dad, saying Mom had woken up, cussed him out, claimed conspiracy, said she was going to sue everyone including me and demanded to know where I was. She did, whoever know who he was, knew who she was, and kind of where she was. I went skipping right up there this morning to see her, and she was still in a mood. She wants her cellphone, her purse, wants to go home, was rude to the doctor, disowned me, refused to speak to my Dad, and somewhere in all of that, she managed to eat some lunch, get up out of the bed and walk a good ten feet. She still thinks we're all out to get here and wants to either go home, or just give up and die. I talked to the case manager who's concerned about whether or not we can handle her at home, and I think we can, especially since she did so well getting up and walking. I think transfers to the bedside commode at home should be easy enough and it's not a big thing if she goes home with oxygen. She just needs to get off the IV meds and stay stable. She's still a little confused. I told her at least three times how she got there, and she seems unable to comprehend that she's at a hospital she's been in before, she's just in the ICU, where she hasn't been.
Now I'm just waiting for Varr to get home from work and hoping he didn't have a really crappy day at work, but he probably did. He was really mad at Scott and wanted to fire his ass yesterday. That's never a good way to start a Monday. My mom also sad some really rotten things to me that are easily forgiven and forgotten, but I skipped breakfast and lunch today so I'm a little on edge. I'm hoping she gets stronger and more oriented and we can just get her home and at least quit arguing about that. Varr's birthday is Thursday and I have to be at the Estrella storage on Saturday and everything seems just a tad overwhelming right this minute.