Ah life, it sure gets in the way of living!
My parents had been in town since Tuesday last week to care for my sister’s dogs while she was in DC.
Wednesday early PM: I had to go get my sister’s youngest dog, the one who uses my house for his bathroom, and take him to the vet because he wasn’t eating and was having diarrhea. Hundreds of dollars later, 3 meds, new food, and treats I have to take him back to my car in a monsoon!!!! For the next several days my Mom will be trying to dose him with meds and new diet. Not very successful.
Saturday AM: I spoke with mom, speech was garbled/wasn’t making sense. Instead of pill she kept trying to say pickle. She’s had double vision and weakness for a while now. I told her to go to ER, she declined because she had lunch plans with friends.
Saturday AM: texted my sister to echo my plea for ER. Again declined because she had to eat lunch with friends. But she would go after lunch.
Saturday early PM: My sister called and told me Mom was headed to ER. Er, wrong. When Sis called to check on her ER visit Mom was SHOPPING!!!! Grrr! Mothers, listen to your children when they tell you to go to the ER.
Saturday mid PM: Put dogs in car, drove them to my sister’s house, and met parents at ER. They want her transferred to hospital, but no beds available. She is diagnosed with dehydration and bladder infection, want an MRI to rule out stroke.
Saturday late PM: finally, at 11:00 PM we were allowed to proceed to the hospital. They “found” a bed in the neurology unit. I deposit her and got to my sister’s about 1:30 AM Tuesday, slept for 4 hours.
Sunday AM: head to hospital, they ran two ultrasounds, no one comes to discuss the findings. Some random Dr comes in, can’t understand his accent and he basically tells us nothing.
Sunday midday: Waiting for an MRI that never comes. Finally get info from nurse it could be today it could be tomorrow. Argh! Still no discussion of the two ultrasound results.
Sunday afternoon: I leave to go let out dogs and feed them. Stay at my sister’s house. At some point I am reduced to tears because I couldn’t get my Mt Dew bottle open. No seriously, I was sobbing and just asking God to please let me open the bottle. I’m dying! LOL Note to self: remind my sister she needs a grippy pad thingie.
Sunday early PM: Since Friday we have been dealing with Diva’s house and her 2 huskies while we are worried she won’t survive the Dominican Republic. Hubster is on duty Sunday and the internet goes out. He tries to get it back on, no dice, he looks out back window, part of the tree has come down on their fence. Seriously?! He goes to buy a chain saw to cut off the part impacting fence.
Sunday night: Finally has MRI, I talk to a Dr I can understand who says he suspects Myasthenia Gravis. Will do blood work on Monday, test results take 1-3 weeks.
Monday AM: talk to mom by phone, Random Dr we can’t understand wants to keep her overnight to monitor kidneys, I find out Mom’s home Dr told her she was in Stage 4(?) Renal failure, excuse me? But the Dr never “told” her what to do about it. Don’t believe any of that at this point, my Mom prefers to think nothing is ever wrong with her cause she’s not old or unhealthy, ever. Denial is a bad thing. Since she isn’t going home I decide to take my dogs back home and then I will decide what to do from there.
Monday midday: Stop at hospital to drop off her things, she’s being discharged?!! I guess between her and nurse they talk to Random Dr again and decide her kidney numbers aren’t that bad and she can go home after she sees the Neurologist. I proceed home.
Monday afternoon: Neuro says she can go home, she will come back for treatment if it’s MG. Chris is in her sewing room making a pillow!!! Yay for sewing sanity!
I am exhausted, but glad this is finally finding closure.
So, what’s up in your corner of the sewing room today?