03-28-2019, 06:15 PM
Yeah, my mom definitely has opioid memory moments, like asking me something that I just told her. That, on top of her hearing issues, drives me nuts. I know I should be more compassionate, but I'm at wit's end. I just can't take it anymore.
Today was my mom's appt with the physiatrist, the one who's daughter just got a write up in Variety for sealing a major post-Big Bang Theory deal. We got there right on time, but my mom's pain levels were the worst ever. I had given her extra meds but they didn't hold. As we waited in the lobby, she was panting and clutching her knee in a semi-fetal position with her hands all gnarled into ginger roots from arthritis, occassionally chanting to herself 'don't move...don't move' and trembling from the pain waves. The rest of the patients in the waiting room were respectfully quiet, worried and surely feeling awkward. We got into the exam room and my mom was barely coherent from the pain. We just had to sit and wait. The doc came in and saw her condition, then went to fast track an appt with a neurosurgeon. That took forever. She was there for well over an hour in intense excruciating pain, and there was nothing I could do but be with her.
I rushed her home and once she got settled, she was okay. I went back to the hospital to get a fixed DMV form for disabled parking (her Doc gave her chief complaint as 'back pain' which she doesn't have and is expressly stated right above that blank not to fill it our with 'back pain') and the MRI & X-rays for the new neurosurgeon, fast tracked for tomorrow at El Camino first thing in the morning. Hopefully it'll go better. It's a consultation, and of course it totally mucks up our schedule because tomorrow is to be the first home care visit, with others coming in over the weekend so I can get back to the Cruz for a few days. Tomorrow night we have tix for a show and dinner reservations. This is the re-do from my missed birthday celebration a month ago. So I'm really hoping tomorrow's appt results in a scheduled surgical procedure for next week and not tomorrow. We shall see.
I just tore that accordion door down off the downstairs bathroom. It was relatively easy and I got it off whole, so it could be replaced easily.
We also had the final visit from our PT, plus our OT, which I cancelled, phoned back to say that was the final too. If another surgery happens, the rehab cycle starts all over again. If not, we're on our own now.
Today was my mom's appt with the physiatrist, the one who's daughter just got a write up in Variety for sealing a major post-Big Bang Theory deal. We got there right on time, but my mom's pain levels were the worst ever. I had given her extra meds but they didn't hold. As we waited in the lobby, she was panting and clutching her knee in a semi-fetal position with her hands all gnarled into ginger roots from arthritis, occassionally chanting to herself 'don't move...don't move' and trembling from the pain waves. The rest of the patients in the waiting room were respectfully quiet, worried and surely feeling awkward. We got into the exam room and my mom was barely coherent from the pain. We just had to sit and wait. The doc came in and saw her condition, then went to fast track an appt with a neurosurgeon. That took forever. She was there for well over an hour in intense excruciating pain, and there was nothing I could do but be with her.
I rushed her home and once she got settled, she was okay. I went back to the hospital to get a fixed DMV form for disabled parking (her Doc gave her chief complaint as 'back pain' which she doesn't have and is expressly stated right above that blank not to fill it our with 'back pain') and the MRI & X-rays for the new neurosurgeon, fast tracked for tomorrow at El Camino first thing in the morning. Hopefully it'll go better. It's a consultation, and of course it totally mucks up our schedule because tomorrow is to be the first home care visit, with others coming in over the weekend so I can get back to the Cruz for a few days. Tomorrow night we have tix for a show and dinner reservations. This is the re-do from my missed birthday celebration a month ago. So I'm really hoping tomorrow's appt results in a scheduled surgical procedure for next week and not tomorrow. We shall see.
I just tore that accordion door down off the downstairs bathroom. It was relatively easy and I got it off whole, so it could be replaced easily.
We also had the final visit from our PT, plus our OT, which I cancelled, phoned back to say that was the final too. If another surgery happens, the rehab cycle starts all over again. If not, we're on our own now.
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