The day started with a new nurse Brie - I am learning so much about the nursing profession and all the different types of nurses - and my mom giving her a bad time....Brie was telling my mom what to do and all along my mom would say "I don't want to" and Brie would just come back with "you have to"...the staff is very good about stopping me from "helping" my mom...she must do it herself but sometimes it is just easier (the mom in me) but I am making her do things and she is not always happy about it.
Today the intern came in and told her that she could try to have some juice...if my mom could have jumped she would have she was so excited but that just meant that the order had to be written before she would get it and she must have asked 5 times where that frickin juice was....it's coming I told her. She told my mom that she is doing very well, and that she is one lucky lady to still be with us.
Ever since this happened I have been curious about her memories...so I have asked her what she remembers.....she has spotted memories about the whole thing starting....severe stomach pains at 7pm while she was fixing a drink...she dropped the drink. I asked her what made her wait unti 3:40am to call for help....she said that she just kept thinking that it was nothing serious and that it would go away but eventually she knew that it was more than she could handle....thank goodness Shirley answered her phone.....my mom remembers the ambulance ride and pretty much nothing else..which is good. Yesterday the surgeon asked her if she could remember anything from the operating room - that they were not able to give her enough sleep medication, because her blood pressure was so low, and they had to start the surgery anyways...she assured him that she has no memories of being cut - he looked relieved (that was his biggest worry after the surgery - that she would have bad memories) he even told her that they had to do a few chest compressions...but by the look on her face I don't really think she got that. She does remember that one of the doctors was Danish and spoke to her in Danish before they put her out...small world.
My mom still has not sat on her own unless in a special chair and she has not stood alone - I get worried when they talk about moving her to another floor (out of ICU) there is such a sense of security knowing that she is being watched closely there is a 2 to 1 ratio patients to nurse and on the other floor there is a 5 to 1..but moving means that she is progressing right??!! So for now that is the next step...to move to another floor. Sometimes I find myself thinking farther into the future and wondering what will happen when the stay at Kaiser is done....will she go home???!!! I sure hope so for her sake - she said that many times today.....she wants to go home. So I use that (and so do the nurses) whenever she says she doesn't want to do something, hopefully that will keep motivating her to work hard.
Again thank you for all the well wishes and positive energy going her way.
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