The Beat Goes On
Day 4 at the hospital with Mom….
Physically, she’s doing pretty good. Her anxiety issues are sorta what’s running the show and making it hard on her, and us. I think she’s having major nicotine and caffeine withdrawals myself. Last time she was in the hospital for something major, you could still smoke in your room. And smoke she did. Not this time.
Her vitals are good…she’s healing nicely….the Urologist wouldn’t give her any anxiety stuff. He wants her to get up and walk and I think that’s a big part of it too. Urologist says her kidneys are working better than his are.
I won’t go into the thing of me having words with the Dude Nurse I have lovingly nicknmed AssTurd. AssTurd has not been back. It had to do with me telling him he would not talk down to my mother. Period.
I know nurses are overworked and the hospitals are understaffed. They have the most thankless job around. I appreciate all the work they do. I know they lose a sense of “real” really quick doing this day in and day out and might forget these are people in here.
Just tough to be stuck in a hospital room, attached to junk….she’s a hoss.
One of the last times my grandmother as in the hospital, probably the time before the last time before she was sent to the nursing home, the doctors prescribed a nicotine patch for her so that she could wean off the cigarettes without too much anxiety. I remember after they left the hospital, my aunt would surreptitiously get one on her while helping grandma get dressed or something and the next day, when she had to take it off, she’d pretend that the nursing staff had missed a piece of tape somewhere. It worked like a charm!