This is a happy day as my little grandson Leo turns 2 today! He is such a cutie pie (I am not partial right!). I wish I could be closer to him and visit more often. It's difficult being so far away and not having time to watch him grow. But I'm happy for facebook and vimeo and his daddy who makes fantastic videos!
Today I got up to the hospital around 8am and Mom looked bright and cheery. Stephanie, her CNA today was giving her a bath and massaging her. The occupational therapist came in and did some range of motion activity on her left hand and arm - touching it did not seem to bother her as much as recently except for her ring finger. We looked closely and that finger is quite bent and rigid so we assume it might be riddled with arthritis and the motion she was doing might hurt at any given time.
Dr Verville the infection doc was looking her over. He says her white blood cell count is high and appears she has a yeast infection. When he looked at her wound yesterday, he said that infection there looks like it is clearing up very nicely and new skin is growing. He looked her over thoroughly and so giving her antibiotics as it might be bladder or kidneys.
Her heart rate is solid - she converted last night when they put in the feeding tube. I told Pat on the phone yesterday it seems when she is traumatized she converts from the atrial fibulation. Go figure!
She is actually lucid and talking today - well, until they gave her some versed. She told me to come close as she wanted to tell me something. So I did and she said, "they lied to me." When I asked her who, she said the doctors. "They told me I would get better and I'm not." And I explained she was getting much better until she fell and broke her hip and got the infection in her arm. She nodded and then said but they still lied. I laughed and the nurse in the room laughed.
Since I am blogging each day, I have a story to share about my last two mornings. Yesterday I was putting away some storage tubs in my garage, which is not a simple task because the garage storage is like a loft. I have to climb a ladder and put the tubs up on the shelf above my head. So, I have done this many, many times putting away summer stuff, taking down Christmas decor, and finally putting away the Christmas things yesterday. All this time there has been a little can - about a pint-sized can of white enamel paint - sitting on the shelf. I've bumped it a few times, but yesterday I bumped it hard and it fell off the shelf and ended up hitting the ladder, the cover popped open and I now have a white floor in that corner of the garage. Paint was everywhere! I tried to clean it up and it ended up all down my arms, so then I had to go back to the kitchen and wash it off and paint got on the door handle, the floor into the kitchen, the faucet -- let me tell you THAT was not a great start to my day yesterday. But then today? Geesh, I was moving some boxes around in my home office, which I have been doing a lot of lately. Cleaning and rearranging and organizing - where did I get all this energy!! Must be the shake mixes I'm drinking twice a day. So anyway, there I was moving a box and it got jammed against a cabinet with a glass door - yup, you are thinking correctly. That door snapped off and fell on the hard laminate floor. It didn't just break, it shattered into a gazillion little pieces. I was in shock at first when I heard the glass breaking. Now I have to go home later and figure out how I will clean up that mess. And thinking to myself all morning, is this an indication of how 2012 will go?!! I hope not.
Matt her physical therapist is here working on her left leg and she is fairly under the versed but resisting the movements. He loves it because he says her muscles are firing and she needs to be using them. I'm feeling hopeful today - much more than yesterday. Even Dr. Alexander says he sees a difference in her today. She looks bright-eyed and her skin is pinker.
I am very excited my baby sister Christine is coming to Charlotte tonight. Cannot wait to see her and visit with her and see how Mom does when she is here. The wound nurse will come at 11 am and change the dressing. I like the idea that they give her some pain meds BEFORE they do the dressing change.
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