Once in a room, they began pumping her full of antibiotics. Shortly after dinner, she feel asleep and rested well, even going back to sleep after being awakened periodically for medication and vital sign checks. The next morning she looked more rested and had better color. She ate a good breakfast and wanted to bathe, which I helped her do. Though very weak and tired, she was then ready to go home. As the day progressed, it looked less and less like that would happen but around 4PM a doctor (her doc was on vacation) came in and said she heard my mother was eager to fly the coop. She prescribed more antibiotics to be taken at home and began the process to discharge her. We were home by 6PM Wednesday night, though I still had to get the antibiotic prescription filled and run a few other errands.
|Mama in her 4-wheel walker.|
Thursday morning proceeded normally until I went in to check on Mama before going out for my walk, She was just getting out of bed and told me about walking all around the neighborhood last night! I told her that it was probably a dream (due to her illness, medication, etc.), but she said she remembered going out the front door and going to a big house, etc. It was then that I realized that she really was up and walking around....and probably activated the alarm if she tried to open the front door. As the alarm beeped, I remembered hearing her mumble something, which I thought came from her bedroom.......but it could just as easily have come from the front hall. That little episode made me glad that I opted to have the security system installed. It now serves several purposes!
The night before Mama went to the ER, my concern for her night wanderings grew. I can care for her during the day...or during the night, but I can't be awake and alert both day and night. While this type of thing is now only happening when her health is greatly compromised, I would expect it to become more of a pattern as her health becomes more fragile. That means that it is rapidly becoming more than I can manage. So, once she was admitted to the hospital, I asked to speak to the social worker PRIVATELY; but, as luck would have it, she came to my mother's room when I was at home feeding the cats and showering. She then came back and began talking about at-home therapy or skilled nursing care, the latter of which put my mother on guard. I really wanted to talk to the social worker privately to explain the situation and ask about resources, options, etc. ...... for my own knowledge and benefit. While I really didn't have the opportunity for that, I do have her email and phone number and I hope to contact her soon.
Thursday, our first full day back at home, was busier than we anticipated - our plan was to do nothing and recover for the previous two days.. I was able to do my walk, though I did it in two parts. It was also the first time for my "local farmbag" delivery. I've joined a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) and each week I'll get a bag of fresh, mostly organic produce. I'd debated doing this for a long time and then the owners spoke to our Eating without Meat group. They brought some of their produce and prepared a corn salad, made from uncooked corn cut straight from the cob. It was so tender and nice.....yum! Today we got zucchini, yellow squash, jalapeno peppers, peas in the shell, okra, cherry tomatoes, and watermelon.......and that was the small bag. Each week there will be something different, which is kind of nice and challenging (like I need more challenges). Anyway, after it arrived in the morning, we cooked. Mama shelled the peas and cut up the okra.....it gave us something to do together and something that she could manage. It was a nice day.
Today, however, it all hit us! My energy level was zero. There were only two things I wanted to accomplish and it felt like it took all day. My mother also hit a low ebb and was very depressed, fearful and teary all day. When she awaken this morning, she thought someone was visiting and wanted to know where they had gone. That disorientation scares me, though it seemed to clear quickly (or she's smart enough to hide it!). Anyway, it was a down day all the way around......and those are so hard to get through. I try to tell myself that it had to hit us and tomorrow (her 91st birthday) will be a better day. Here's hoping!