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Aug. 21st, 2013 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI'm trying to think how to sum up the last week or so, but it's all jumbled together now in a lot of driving, visiting and many emotions.
Briefly, after nearly a month in hospital, mam is home. In the time she was there she cried often -- seriously, I took so many 7am calls where she was crying down the phone at me wanting to come home. Had her meds changed often, had disagreements with some of the nurses, stopped eating, was diagnosed with a silent heart attack, was then told that heart attack was borderline so maybe didn't happen. Cried more. Was doped up to the eyeballs and unresponsive for a day. Finally got a diagnosis and the right meds. We also got the hospital social workers involved who were going to do an assessment for equipment she needs to safely live at home. At the weekend it was arranged that would happen Monday. So, Monday morning I went to Gateshead with James, had a lovely morning walking the riverside and visiting an art gallery, then got a phone call saying mam was being realised that day, which was a case of, the fuck?
That day. To put it mildly, it sucked. Kayleigh phoned the hospital to basically ask why mam was being discharged when the assessment hadn't been done and that while mam has a downstairs toilet, the bathroom was upstairs which she wouldn't be able to assess. Mam found out and flipped. By the time I got there she was hysterically crying in a corner saying she was going home even if she walked out herself. She sobbed. She tried to pull out her own IV. When one of her favourite nurses told us to take her out of the ward in a wheelchair to see if she'd calm down mam then refused to go back into the ward and demanded that the nurses took out the cannula in the corridor. Which yeah, not going to happen. Got her into the day room and tried yet again to defuse things while she called Kayleigh names for interfering and repeatedly said she'd walk.
So, in the end she got to go home. We've taken her bed downstairs as she can't manage steps and have a load of meetings set up with various people who can hopefully offer practical support, because of course, as soon as she left the hospital the hospital social workers couldn't help, meaning starting everything from scratch. At the end mam also had a water infection that led to paranoia which was fun, like yesterday when we had to take her to the doctors for a blood test and she nearly left when she thought James was making a doctor's appointment for her.
I was supposed to be going up there later this morning for a meeting with someone from the housing association, but mam's phoned saying her heating has gone off and she's freezing. So I guess I'm going up earlier. I should go and leave this to be honest but I haven't even started to get dressed yet and was enjoying a relaxed morning.
While all this was going on Corey found out he failed two of his A levels so couldn't go back to Durham for his second year. Let me tell you, the day I had mam crying at me on the phone in the morning and Corey at me in the evening was not a good day. Thankfully he's already found himself a new course and college and has been given a place. So he's much happier now.
Fannish wise. The bbb mods were wonderful and gave me a late posting date when I asked. This way I have more time to make my story at least readable because I really haven't been in the right headspace for writing lately.
annemari keeps her star status for keeping me in the loop in terms of Mikey. There's been some lovely photos of him lately, which I may share when I'm not so pushed for time.
The Great British Bake Off came back last night!
And finally, a potential Nsync reuinion happening at the VMAs. I really hope that it happens. A sparkly boost would be amazing right now.
Briefly, after nearly a month in hospital, mam is home. In the time she was there she cried often -- seriously, I took so many 7am calls where she was crying down the phone at me wanting to come home. Had her meds changed often, had disagreements with some of the nurses, stopped eating, was diagnosed with a silent heart attack, was then told that heart attack was borderline so maybe didn't happen. Cried more. Was doped up to the eyeballs and unresponsive for a day. Finally got a diagnosis and the right meds. We also got the hospital social workers involved who were going to do an assessment for equipment she needs to safely live at home. At the weekend it was arranged that would happen Monday. So, Monday morning I went to Gateshead with James, had a lovely morning walking the riverside and visiting an art gallery, then got a phone call saying mam was being realised that day, which was a case of, the fuck?
That day. To put it mildly, it sucked. Kayleigh phoned the hospital to basically ask why mam was being discharged when the assessment hadn't been done and that while mam has a downstairs toilet, the bathroom was upstairs which she wouldn't be able to assess. Mam found out and flipped. By the time I got there she was hysterically crying in a corner saying she was going home even if she walked out herself. She sobbed. She tried to pull out her own IV. When one of her favourite nurses told us to take her out of the ward in a wheelchair to see if she'd calm down mam then refused to go back into the ward and demanded that the nurses took out the cannula in the corridor. Which yeah, not going to happen. Got her into the day room and tried yet again to defuse things while she called Kayleigh names for interfering and repeatedly said she'd walk.
So, in the end she got to go home. We've taken her bed downstairs as she can't manage steps and have a load of meetings set up with various people who can hopefully offer practical support, because of course, as soon as she left the hospital the hospital social workers couldn't help, meaning starting everything from scratch. At the end mam also had a water infection that led to paranoia which was fun, like yesterday when we had to take her to the doctors for a blood test and she nearly left when she thought James was making a doctor's appointment for her.
I was supposed to be going up there later this morning for a meeting with someone from the housing association, but mam's phoned saying her heating has gone off and she's freezing. So I guess I'm going up earlier. I should go and leave this to be honest but I haven't even started to get dressed yet and was enjoying a relaxed morning.
While all this was going on Corey found out he failed two of his A levels so couldn't go back to Durham for his second year. Let me tell you, the day I had mam crying at me on the phone in the morning and Corey at me in the evening was not a good day. Thankfully he's already found himself a new course and college and has been given a place. So he's much happier now.
Fannish wise. The bbb mods were wonderful and gave me a late posting date when I asked. This way I have more time to make my story at least readable because I really haven't been in the right headspace for writing lately.
annemari keeps her star status for keeping me in the loop in terms of Mikey. There's been some lovely photos of him lately, which I may share when I'm not so pushed for time.The Great British Bake Off came back last night!
And finally, a potential Nsync reuinion happening at the VMAs. I really hope that it happens. A sparkly boost would be amazing right now.
