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Trillium of Bliss
May. 15th, 2019 10:24 pmCame home on Monday night and was tired. Tuesday I had therapy. Today I got a haircut. Tomorrow I hope I won't have to do anything but hang around here. I keep trying to clean my house, put away the STUFF and take care of my garden. But things interfere. Yesterday I spent all my free time, so to speak, wrapping and packaging up some little things I had meant to send the Diva for her birthday. I also made three other packages, one for Tron, one for the Former Naval Person and one for her sister. I had scarves and notebooks from Grandmother to send them and a couple of other little things. Last night I slept pretty well for the first time in weeks. One night isn't quite enough yet. I'm still tired. The Sparrowhawk is tired too. I'm disturbed because I think all this stress is bad for him too, even though he's just my faithful ally.
The bottom line on my mother is that Mr. Science apparently figured out all the problems, and she is now re-enrolled in hospice. Although we have no idea what that really means, because they haven't had a chance to actually do anything for her yet. I also called up one of their managers and learned that no, they do NOT give morphine to everyone who is in hospice, and there's already a note in my mother's chart saying that the family is not comfortable with giving her morphine at this point--hello, because she doesn't NEED it!! I don't know how it happened that other people formed these mistaken impressions, but I've been assured it's not true. We can request that family be notified any time there's a medication change. Perhaps we can discuss this when we're together (again! agghhh!) this weekend.
The other bottom line is that Mother continues to do very well, thriving and eating full meals and forming complete sentences. It's quite remarkable that we spent so much time panicking ourselves when she was nowhere near death. She is, as the Duchess says, very unpredictable. It was a beautiful spring day, and the Duchess was able to take her outside for a walk in her wheelchair. The Sparrowhawk and I sat outside in our lawn chairs in the evening. I had a lot of things I could have been doing, but to sit together in the evening light seemed more important.
The bottom line on my mother is that Mr. Science apparently figured out all the problems, and she is now re-enrolled in hospice. Although we have no idea what that really means, because they haven't had a chance to actually do anything for her yet. I also called up one of their managers and learned that no, they do NOT give morphine to everyone who is in hospice, and there's already a note in my mother's chart saying that the family is not comfortable with giving her morphine at this point--hello, because she doesn't NEED it!! I don't know how it happened that other people formed these mistaken impressions, but I've been assured it's not true. We can request that family be notified any time there's a medication change. Perhaps we can discuss this when we're together (again! agghhh!) this weekend.
The other bottom line is that Mother continues to do very well, thriving and eating full meals and forming complete sentences. It's quite remarkable that we spent so much time panicking ourselves when she was nowhere near death. She is, as the Duchess says, very unpredictable. It was a beautiful spring day, and the Duchess was able to take her outside for a walk in her wheelchair. The Sparrowhawk and I sat outside in our lawn chairs in the evening. I had a lot of things I could have been doing, but to sit together in the evening light seemed more important.
