Here, my father is feeding her (Monday, Sept. 4, 2006, Labor Day). She can do fine herself, but it was good that he had something to do -- as he is busy thinking and not doing, driving him mad.
She is reading the diabetic menu here, obviously conscious and in pretty good shape, but the order was sent up wrong -- imagine that!My mom is a terrible patient. She has been grumpy and pissy the last couple of days. If they nurses are slow to get to her, it's likely because she is a witch to them. She has a cornucopia of pain meds to take. If I took was she was taking I would be nausiated and comatose: vicodin, percocet, skelaxon, darvocet, loratab. Some aren't taken concurrently, so there are gaps, but there is vitually no time that some pain meds are out of her system. I thought that the PT would be bad, but I think the chemical rehab might be step 3, for weening her off the pain meds might be scary and unfun for all.
And just three days ago you posted:
ReplyDelete"Also good, is that Mother has a good rapport with the nursing staff. They are all wonderful!"
Has she made any comments like "when I was a nurse everyone loved me" or comparisons to the skill or compassion of the nurses she has?
I would also call another T.M.I. alert, I don't think your Mom would be too thrilled about these pictures you've posted for the world to see in a less than glorious venue.