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ironymaidenthe last couple days have been hard.
Dad is too weak to walk and while he has strong grip and can lift his arms he has real trouble filling a spoon or aiming it at his mouth.
he is bordering on combative when he can't get what he wants. he can't support his own weight enough to use the toilet or a potty chair, he refuses or is unable to produce on the bedpan, and he's also had trouble with getting the urinal bottle in place. so he's on a condom catheter and absorbent briefs and he HATES it. he can feel it coming on and that's when he starts thrashing around and refusing to listen and saying odd stuff.
"Trump! I need to Trump!"
"Master and Commander. I have a 26lb master and commander."
he is different than he was after the first surgery of this trip (or my memories of previous surgeries) and I am starting to get scared.
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Dr. G has a lab coat with frog closures. I don't think I've seen that before.
* * *
Eventually he's going to move from the regular hospital to inpatient rehab, which is in the building next door. I'm glad of this - he will get wheeled across a skybridge instead of loaded in a transport, and his medical team won't change.
I spent part of today buying groceries and a lunch bag so that we can spend less on eating out. Mom is starting to fret about the cost of being in Pittsburgh that we're past the original hospital discharge date and there's not a clear exit. I have already told work that I won't be able to attempt to log in until late this week.
Dad is too weak to walk and while he has strong grip and can lift his arms he has real trouble filling a spoon or aiming it at his mouth.
he is bordering on combative when he can't get what he wants. he can't support his own weight enough to use the toilet or a potty chair, he refuses or is unable to produce on the bedpan, and he's also had trouble with getting the urinal bottle in place. so he's on a condom catheter and absorbent briefs and he HATES it. he can feel it coming on and that's when he starts thrashing around and refusing to listen and saying odd stuff.
"Trump! I need to Trump!"
"Master and Commander. I have a 26lb master and commander."
he is different than he was after the first surgery of this trip (or my memories of previous surgeries) and I am starting to get scared.
* * *
Dr. G has a lab coat with frog closures. I don't think I've seen that before.
* * *
Eventually he's going to move from the regular hospital to inpatient rehab, which is in the building next door. I'm glad of this - he will get wheeled across a skybridge instead of loaded in a transport, and his medical team won't change.
I spent part of today buying groceries and a lunch bag so that we can spend less on eating out. Mom is starting to fret about the cost of being in Pittsburgh that we're past the original hospital discharge date and there's not a clear exit. I have already told work that I won't be able to attempt to log in until late this week.
