14th floor
Friday February 7th/2014
Up to the 14th floor. This floor is no good for her. It’s like an omen, something drastically
always goes wrong on this floor.
She was talking to me here from about 6 pm – 8 pm when I
left. No problem when I went. I told her and she reminded me to feed the
dogs and the birds and to call her when I get home if I could. I left her my numbers in case she wanted to
call me and told her how to use the bell to call for help. I saw no c.i. for all the time I was
here. So much for a shared c.i., where
the hell is she/he?
Before I left I let Julianna (her nurse) know that I changed
her and she had a b.m. She was then
clean and dry and ready for the night.
Saturday February 8th/2014
9:30 am I called mom and found her pretty much
unresponsive. She did not answer the
phone herself, the c.a. in the room answered it. I ended up having to yell into the phone to
get a response and she was so out of it she mostly didn’t say a word. Turned out the c.a. was feeding her oatmeal
(she later changed her mind and said it was crème of wheat). Regardless I told her not to feed it to her,
it was too thick and a choking habit and to especially not feed her that when
she is so incoherent and nodding off. Exactly how stupid are these people? Last thing I need is her ending up in step up
again. So she wanted to know then why
she got this food and I had to sit there and explain that the hospital demands some kind of diet put in the computer
so pureed was the closest to what she needed.
No complimentary tv after all but at this point I couldn’t
give a rats ass.
Mom is worse than ever.
All she is doing is grunting. I
asked to see the Dr. Was hoping either
Amanda or Katherine would be here but a young man showed up. Very nice and again I learned even more about
delirium and according to him she can go back to completely
unresponsive!!! This is not fucking
funny, it’s downright scary. She’s like
when I first brought her in this damn place with a raging infection. She’s downright unresponsive.
I tried a cool wet facecloth on her face. Her face was dirty. Gunk all in her eyes and on her lips. Her nurse came in and said she got her pain
meds into her this morning and mom told her that she had a bad pain in her
tummy. Then at some point the mental
midget tried to feed her while she was unresponsive. She said she was a c.a. not a c.i. and I’ve been here awhile again and have yet
to see anyone.
This is not a good thing considering her nurse had to pack
pillows all around her so she doesn’t
fall out of bed. She keeps
falling over onto the railings. If she
falls out of this bed I swear I’ll go after the nearest person. She is so black and blue already from when
she was thrashing around and being combative.
I believe she kept knocking her chins against one of the railings. They are battered.
My poor mom. Normally
her skin is so clear, unblemished. At
this point her entire peri area is so red raw it’s enough to make one cry
looking at it or at least cringe. I
can’t get anyone to listen to direction from me or even the Dr. I don’t want freakin zinc used on her, it’s
difficult to wash off and at this point can tear her skin leading to more
serious problems.
2 days ago I went to change her and was mortified at what I
saw. All sorts of crude in her peri
area. I swear no one had moved the folds
of skin and clean inside them since she’s been in here. It took me 5 minutes with a facecloth and
lots of soap to clean just that area. It
was disgusting. I try to clean her now
every time she needs it when I’m here.
This is such bullshit. Poor old
little thing looks like she’s been through a freakin battle and back.
It’s been one issue after another in this god forsaken place. Urban angel my ass. I keep forgetting to bring Buddha for her to
watch over her. I started bringing him
when she was in here in 2010. I must
bring him tomorrow to watch over her.
So far on this floor I have not found any of her pills at
least. On 7 I found 2 tylenols at
separate times. Both times I found one
on a piece of folded up paper towel on her little dresser with drawers. I also found her pantaloc twice! What’s up with that? I found one one day on the floor sort of
under her bed and then yesterday I found yet another one, this time on her bed
at the edge of her soaker. How many
other pills was she not getting? There’s
no telling.
Dr. came in again @ 2:20 pm and told me he ordered a scan of
her head just in case she has had a stroke.
This is due to the grunting and no talking. He doesn’t think so though since she can move
both arms. I told him I asked this
question just yesterday. He is also
going to order an e.c.g. because when asked if she’s in pain she grunts and
kind of nods yes. When asked where.. she
grunts again and touches her left chest area.
He is also going to get some blood work done. She is not going to like any of this and I
hope she doesn’t get combative
throughout this.
She’s slobbering today too!
She’s never done that before.
And when I got here she’s dirty. Her gown is all dirty and her eyes and mouth
are crusty. Geez does no one clean her
at all in this place?
Maybe it’s time to blog this shit.. I started a blog years ago with her last
stay on this damned floor.
A young student nurse came in about 2:30 to give her an ecg
but she wasn’t having any of it L She would not lay back and finally found her
voice with constant “NO”’s being very clearly said. At the same time they came to get her for a
scan and there was no way in hell she was going to help them get her on the
stretcher. Finally they managed through all her
struggling and shouting NO NO NO.
I told them not to give her a sedative. With her being so unresponsive already the
last thing I wanted was her flat out unconscious. And I remembered being told even giving her
a sleeping pill may not be a good idea.
About a half hour after the porter came for her she showed
back up to transfer her back to her bed.
She refused to participate with a resounding NO NO NO. After getting her into her bed again they
decided to retry the ecg. Well.. that simply didn’t work either. So nothing got done and I’m sure the same
will be said of her blood work when someone tries to get some from her.
At around 4:30 she woke up and looked at me and smiled. Then she dropped her head again and that was
that. T, her nurse tried to take her
blood sugar and damned if she didn’t start to fight her and I swear she even
tried to take a swing at her. She got
it, its normal and it turns out that’s the 3rd time she’s had to
check mom’s blood sugars. Why? I asked her why and she just figured mom was
diabetic but she isn’t! Never has even
had any blood sugar issues, not high, not low.
She is going to ask why she’s doing blood sugars on someone that isn’t
diabetic. Duh
4:50 pm she lifted her head and had the meanest scowl on her
face. Opened her eyes for a bit but
didn’t seem to focus on anything then dropped them shut and dropped her head
back down.
This day is very disturbing for me. I’m told she can waffle in and out, even to
this point but I’m just having such a difficult time accepting this as my mom’s
“norm” right now. She has never had
confusion other than when she had an u.t.i.
Other than that she’s clear headed, active, perceptive and enjoys
life. Right now I’m not even sure she
knows who the hell she is and it’s tearing me apart to see her this way. I’m not sure what to do at this point. If I take her home tonight I have no
sitter. Speaking of which, I have yet to
see a freakin c.i. and I’ve been here for hours on end. Geez
I just dragged the chair by accident and it made a loud noise when I did
and she didn’t bat an eye. Nothing.
5:20 pm – I obviously have nothing else to do but type. Dr came back in. When he called her she actually opened her
eyes and looked at him and she said something.
I’m thinking she asked who he was because he said “you don’t know me, I
didn’t introduce myself last time I came and saw you. I’m your Dr”.
That was that.. off she drifted
again.
He told me that he wasn’t worried now that she didn’t get
the scan because she obviously isn’t worse.
Had to agree with that.
I actually got her to talk a wee bit. She was grunting again and I told her if she
didn’t use her words I can’t understand what she wants so she struggled but
said her tummy was upset. I asked her if
she wanted her ondansetron and she said yes.
I went and got it.
She didn’t give the nursing student a hard time when he
cleared her iv line. She got her
medication.
All she does is moan and she keeps drooling for crying out
loud. What is up with that? I told her again to stop moaning and groaning
that I can’t understand it and to use her words. With much persuasion she finally got out that
she wanted water so at 5:45 she had a few good long sips of ice water which she
said yes when I asked her if it was good.
And now she’s trying to strip off her gown and is moaning again.
See seemed to wake up a bit and the Dr came back in and she
actually looked at him, made eye contact.
Said a few words with him. Maybe
things are looking up. He gave me an
excellent analogy of what’s going on with her, something I can actually
grasp. Thankful to him for that.
A lot happened just before I left. Mom got really agitated. I finally got the tv set up for her and the
skating was coming on and she loves the skating so I told her to take a nap for
a half hour and I’d wake her up to watch the skating. She kind of just layed there for a while then
started to get antsy. She wouldn’t do
anything, wouldn’t drink anything and finally I got a few teaspoons of chicken
soup broth in her. Then weird stuff
started. She started telling me “I can’t”. and repeating it over and over and I kept
asking her what she can’t do and finally she blurts out “I can’t skate”! I tried calming her and telling her it was ok
she couldn’t skate and that no one expected her to. We went at this for several minutes, probably
10 before she let it go.
Next she is telling me she needs help. To “fix” it.
I had no idea what the hell she was talking about but she finally said
something that made me realize she meant her mouth. Looking closely I could see what looked
somewhat like loose skin. I told her to
open her mouth and when she did it was gross.
Her tongue and inside her mouth was coated with something. I have no idea what. Wasn’t thrush I don’t think but it was coming
off with a facecloth like pieces of skin.
It was very weird. Told the nurse
but she didn’t care. Asked for a clean
facecloth but couldn’t have one. She
wanted me to use a stupid towel to clean her tongue. What an ass.
I rinsed out her facecloth and went back at it. Geez I must have done it for a good 5 minutes
and more and more of this shit was coming off.
Linda (don’t know what her job is) gave me those green sponges on a
stick and I swear I used half the package of those too. No wonder she was getting agitated with that
shit in her mouth like that. Finally I
got the majority of it off and she calmed down for a few minutes.
We had been talking about being time for me to leave for the
night and she was fine with it and then all of a sudden she got really agitated
again and started telling me no and not making any sense and the next thing I
knew she was making her way down the damn bed.
She was heading off it.
I ran for the nurse and asked her where my mom’s c.i. was because
I had to leave and she was trying to get out of the bed. Nurse couldn’t have given a shit and told me
she would keep an eye on her.
Really? When? In between all her other patients that are
all in different rooms? I told her I
wanted the c.i. in there and if she falls I’ll sue the damn place in a
heartbeat. This damn floor is a
nightmare. Always has been for her.
Next thing I know doesn’t the nurse come back and tells me
that there is no c.i. for her and that I was in on the conversation about it
and approved it!!! Fuck this place. If she falls I’ll sue them so damn fast their
lawyer’s head will spin. If she falls
and injures herself I’ll make sure somehow that all the other shit she has
endured at their hands on that floor is exposed as well.
On my way out I saw the dr that was seeing to her earlier
and I told him I wanted the c.i. in her room with her that she is very agitated
and trying to get out of the bed. That
she can get off the bed at the end of it and is moving down that way. To which I was told he’d talk to someone (can’t
remember who) and that he had no control over the staff there. This place is a hole and I’d remove her
tonight but can’t bring her home in this state.
Oh and either Julianna didn’t mark down that my mom had a
b.m. or they just ignored her notes too because tonight even though she went
yesterday and twice today (once in the morning and again early evening and it
was soft) they are wanting to give her a laxative. And
they ask her if she had a b.m. Right,
like she knows or gives a shit. The
woman barely knows her name today, matter of fact we couldn’t even get her to
say it whenever we tried, and they are asking her? I told them not to give her a laxative or
she will be shit from head to toe. Dumb asses. She so needs to get the hell out of there.
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