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This is a very abbreviated update, very few of the many details. It might not make much sense.
Mom was released from the hospital last Saturday afternoon (Sept 5), four days after a double spinal fusion. In the days after the surgery she seemed to improve a little everyday. Things went downhill shortly after we got her home. We brought my mother back to the hospital last Tuesday (Sept 8) after three days and nights of excruciating pain. I can't describe how much pain she was in or what it looked like. She saw her surgeon Dr. E. Wednesday, he said that he wanted to focus on controlling the pain and that he would move her back up the 6th floor where she was after the surgery for pain management and physical therapy. Thursday Dr. E came in and said that he was still trying to get her moved to the 6th floor. The rooms on the 6th floor were WAY nicer and larger than what she is in now, there is a gym on that floor and they do PT. There is hardly room to turn around where she is now. Friday Dr. I, one of Dr. E’s colleagues came in and said that Dr. E’s father had died and that he was filling in for him. He said that he wanted to move her to the 3rd floor for physical therapy, not the 6th floor. All this threw my mother for a loop. She has not improved, there are some times when she is better than others but she always comes back to the pain. Because she is on so much pain medication her digestive tract is not working so that is another thing we are dealing with.
My father and I have been taking turns spending the night with her here in Baton Rouge.
I was able to take the weekend off from being at the hospital. Dad spent Friday night and my sister-in-law spent Saturday and Sunday days and nights with her. I came home Friday and could hardly say two words to the professor because I was so tired. Saturday we woke up hung-out then went back to sleep some more. It was glorious. We then ran some errands ate Vietnamese food, went to services then to have a drink at the Sazarac Bar at the newly reopened Roosevelt Hotel. All this was interspersed with phone calls to my dad, being distracted and me crying. It is hard to change gears. I am glad we left the house and did some “normal” things. Sunday we didn’t leave the house AT ALL. The professor cooked some wonderful pork chops for Sunday supper and I baked a poppy seed cake. With the help of orangegrrl nola I ordered a new phone cause my current phone has a broken navigation button and I have to do some weird things to make it do what I want and sometimes I just can’t call who I want no matter what I do. I watched some of the Saints game and kept an eye on my fantasy team, which really sucks this year, and I don’t have the inclination to try to figure out who to drop and who to pick up. I guess it’s not my fantasy year.
I am now at the hospital with my momma who is still in pain and has not made any improvements since I was here last. She is talking out of her head, I think she is hallucinating some too reaching into the air for things that only she can see. She is asking me about a party tonight, saying, “I can pick up the cheese no problem.” She wants to wash clothes this evening as well. I wonder what she will remember of this time when she is better? I wore my lucky woo tie-dye underwear today in hopes of changing the tide over here. I will be here for the night. Here’s hoping that she can get comfortable, rest and not be in pain.
Thanks for all the good thoughts.
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I stepped out to get ice for her drink and she put sugar on her dinner…
Mom was released from the hospital last Saturday afternoon (Sept 5), four days after a double spinal fusion. In the days after the surgery she seemed to improve a little everyday. Things went downhill shortly after we got her home. We brought my mother back to the hospital last Tuesday (Sept 8) after three days and nights of excruciating pain. I can't describe how much pain she was in or what it looked like. She saw her surgeon Dr. E. Wednesday, he said that he wanted to focus on controlling the pain and that he would move her back up the 6th floor where she was after the surgery for pain management and physical therapy. Thursday Dr. E came in and said that he was still trying to get her moved to the 6th floor. The rooms on the 6th floor were WAY nicer and larger than what she is in now, there is a gym on that floor and they do PT. There is hardly room to turn around where she is now. Friday Dr. I, one of Dr. E’s colleagues came in and said that Dr. E’s father had died and that he was filling in for him. He said that he wanted to move her to the 3rd floor for physical therapy, not the 6th floor. All this threw my mother for a loop. She has not improved, there are some times when she is better than others but she always comes back to the pain. Because she is on so much pain medication her digestive tract is not working so that is another thing we are dealing with.
My father and I have been taking turns spending the night with her here in Baton Rouge.
I was able to take the weekend off from being at the hospital. Dad spent Friday night and my sister-in-law spent Saturday and Sunday days and nights with her. I came home Friday and could hardly say two words to the professor because I was so tired. Saturday we woke up hung-out then went back to sleep some more. It was glorious. We then ran some errands ate Vietnamese food, went to services then to have a drink at the Sazarac Bar at the newly reopened Roosevelt Hotel. All this was interspersed with phone calls to my dad, being distracted and me crying. It is hard to change gears. I am glad we left the house and did some “normal” things. Sunday we didn’t leave the house AT ALL. The professor cooked some wonderful pork chops for Sunday supper and I baked a poppy seed cake. With the help of orangegrrl nola I ordered a new phone cause my current phone has a broken navigation button and I have to do some weird things to make it do what I want and sometimes I just can’t call who I want no matter what I do. I watched some of the Saints game and kept an eye on my fantasy team, which really sucks this year, and I don’t have the inclination to try to figure out who to drop and who to pick up. I guess it’s not my fantasy year.
I am now at the hospital with my momma who is still in pain and has not made any improvements since I was here last. She is talking out of her head, I think she is hallucinating some too reaching into the air for things that only she can see. She is asking me about a party tonight, saying, “I can pick up the cheese no problem.” She wants to wash clothes this evening as well. I wonder what she will remember of this time when she is better? I wore my lucky woo tie-dye underwear today in hopes of changing the tide over here. I will be here for the night. Here’s hoping that she can get comfortable, rest and not be in pain.
Thanks for all the good thoughts.
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I stepped out to get ice for her drink and she put sugar on her dinner…