Tuesday, January 30, 2018; 11:30 pm.
Mom fell and broke her tailbone and they sent her to the hospital. I dutifully followed.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018.
The next day, they discovered two more things:
1) that she had a stroke; and
2) that her blood pressure was doing flip flops depending on her position. When she stands, her blood pressure drops dramatically making her faint and then she falls.
Orthostatic hypotension — also called postural hypotension —
is a form of low blood pressure that happens when you stand
up from sitting or lying down. Orthostatic hypotension can make
you feel dizzy or lightheaded, and maybe even faint.
Thursday, February 1, 2018.
On Thursday, they discovered the third issue when she aspirated her food and drink while eating, so they ran a test on her and found out her epiglottis (that flap that closes over your windpipe when you swallow) doesn’t completely close, so thin liquids and chunky foods are slipping by and getting into her trachea.
Friday, February 2, 2018.
Mom was released from the hospital and sent back to the skilled nursing facility where she lives with an entire dossier of new instructions. We had to meet with the social worker to get all her paperwork filled out for her “bed hold,” Medicare, Medicaid, and whatever else.
Needless to say, between Tuesday night near midnight and Friday afternoon around 2:30 in the afternoon, I had gotten a TOTAL of around 5 hours of sleep and missed three days of work.
Saturday was spent blissfully unaware in my bed with my two dogs and my cat – all day!
Yes, I have a queen-sized bed; and yes, they are all three crammed
up on my side laying on top of my legs. Filed under: SPOILED!
Sunday I visited Mom.
She was surprisingly in decent spirits, despite being reminded “EVERY 5 MINUTES,” that she needs to call for assistance when she needs to stand up – to which she replies without fail, “I’ve been going to the bathroom by myself for 90 years. I think I know what I’m doing,” and with complete disregard for the actual reason she needs assistance — that being she simply needs help to stand.
She is also now on a nectar-thick diet for liquids and needs to have her foods pureed. Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, she is having speech therapy (to help with her swallowing) 3 times per week, and physical therapy (to improve her leg strength) 5 times a week. The 95-year-old gets more exercise than I do now!
I’m so glad she’s still around! She’s my Mom!
File this under: I don’t want to get old!