This has been a tough month. Mom got admitted to the hospital with her GI bleed. They decided they wanted to do an endoscopy which involved a GI prep. A GI prep on an old, weak person is wrong on so many levels. She called me about 30 minutes after it began and told me she couldn't do it that she wanted me to pick her up and she would come back in a couple of months and try. I told her that was her choice but if she was bleeding now doing the test in a couple of months wasn't really helpful. I would totally understand if she didn't want to have the test and let whatever was going to happen, happen. She decided she wanted the test. I called Brad and asked him if he could take time off work and stay with her which he did. He spent two nights at the hospital with her. This made mom really happy. The lower GI didn't show anything other than a couple of polyps. She wanted to come home Monday night but her potassium was low and they wouldn't discharge her until 2 a.m. and I told her that didn't work for me. I picked her up Tuesday morning. When the nurse came in she told the nurse that Brad was nice to her but I was the one that "beat her." Seriously, she said that. Brad's jaw dropped. It was kind of nice because now he sees how she treats me. She hated the hospital and could not wait to get out. She told me that she kept seeing monsters with machines in her room. I got her home and she was happy for about 24 hours and now she's back to not liking anything I do. Such is the life of trying to take care of an unhappy, sick old person. She got her cast off on Thursday. I had already arranged for Lynn to take her. He took her to get the cast off and then took her out to lunch which made her really happy. She was upset about the breakfast Don gave her on Sunday while I was working. I told her I'd arrange to have the home caregiver come on Tuesday and fix her lunch because I had to leave for work at 5:30 a.m. She didn't want that! I left a banana and pastry on her bed for this morning. I wish she would just spend the money and have the caregiver come five days a week.
On to Sean. Sean got sick on Sunday the 9th (while mom was in the hospital). He woke up in the middle of the night with a croupy cough. The cough turned to a nasty regular cough with a high fever and low oxygen saturations. I took him to Primaries on Wednesday because he was getting sicker and I couldn't get him into the doctor. He has RSV and a viral pneumonia. They gave him Tamiflu which I don't really get because it doesn't work for RSV. I took him to our regular family doctor yesterday because he still has a fever and feels like crap. He put him on Zithromax. He's been off oxygen since Sunday so that's an improvement. He's still too sick to do much and mostly lays around. He has very little appetite. He missed all of last week at school and it's not looking like he's going to go this week.
Don sent me this picture while I was at work. Note the one sock. Since Don's stroke his right foot is always cold so he sleeps with one sock. Sean sleeps with one sock as well.
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