First, there's this
More health fun: mom had a blood clot form in her gut and lost a couple feet of intestine last night. The pain is excruciating, and the morphine that she gets makes her nauseous. Not a pleasant choice to have to be making every 10 minutes (which is how often she gets to push the button for more dope)!
My brother-in-law is a doctor, which is a pretty handy thing to have in the family, without a doubt. Unfortunately, this meant that the doc who operated on mom (who had previously spoken with my b-i-l) called him before coming to talk to me in the waiting room. This was unfortunate only because she then went straight into another surgery without talking to me at all! Good thing I had my cell phone with me (and it still had juice), so I could talk to my sister 700 miles away and find out what was happening in the next room. Grrrr.
I was apparently Mr. Invisible last night; no one came to get me to escort me into post-op, which is how it's supposed to be done at that hospital. I had to call the nurses' station desk to find out what was expected of me. I felt helpless and frustrated and pretty pissed off, until they told me to come on in. Then I got to watch my mom lying in bed visibly pulsating in pain. And this is a woman who gets migraines fairly regularly and simply deals with them sans drugs. Not a great day/night.
My brother-in-law is a doctor, which is a pretty handy thing to have in the family, without a doubt. Unfortunately, this meant that the doc who operated on mom (who had previously spoken with my b-i-l) called him before coming to talk to me in the waiting room. This was unfortunate only because she then went straight into another surgery without talking to me at all! Good thing I had my cell phone with me (and it still had juice), so I could talk to my sister 700 miles away and find out what was happening in the next room. Grrrr.
I was apparently Mr. Invisible last night; no one came to get me to escort me into post-op, which is how it's supposed to be done at that hospital. I had to call the nurses' station desk to find out what was expected of me. I felt helpless and frustrated and pretty pissed off, until they told me to come on in. Then I got to watch my mom lying in bed visibly pulsating in pain. And this is a woman who gets migraines fairly regularly and simply deals with them sans drugs. Not a great day/night.
posted by bryduck at 7:59 AM
4 Comments:
Ick, I'm sorry. That completely blows. Why would it seem more expeditious to call your brother-in-law when you're right in the next room? So that he could explain what was going on to the non-docs in the family? That's just insulting.
On a side note, why on earth would anyone choose to endure migraines when effective meds are available?
To be fair, I don't think the doc (a she, btw) knew I was even there! Otoh, no one bothered to tell her I was, either.
On the migraine front, mom gets nauseous from pain meds of many sorts, and with her heart condition, I don't think other treatments are allowable/advisable. I know she's done her fair share of experimentation on this to no avail, so it's not a irrational fear of drugs or anything like that . . .
Thanks for the kind words, scout!
Sound pretty horrible. I hope she's feeling a little better. Don't you need all your intestine? Ugh!
Here's to better days, Bryduck. Hope your mom bounces back without too much more suffering.
Hang in there.
Post a Comment
<< Home