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Another MIL update
Jul. 21st, 2005 03:10 amI know everyone's been waiting on bated breath to find out how my MIL is doing, so here it comes.
MIL's surgery did not go well, at all. She decided to be combative during the cathetization and started moving her limbs and generally flipping out. Doing that, she restarted a bleed, which got into her lungs, so they intubated her. This was Saturday night. Steven and I headed in around 11:30 to figure out what the fuck was happening. I overloaded while we were there and had a wicked dizzy spell because we had been going going going for so long. We didn't eat dinner until like midnight that night. Ultimately, we decided that we couldn't keep going in every single day. We can't afford it, for one, and for another, we were both getting burnt out.
I coined the phrase "clown car of hate" referring to Steven's aunts and his father who've been kind of a clusterfuck with everything. Steven's been snickering about this for days.
Oh, and Steven's brother has only been to see her once out of the week she's been there. Sorry, but that sucks. Both he and Tracie could afford to go in; we can't. I blew a good chunk of my birthday money on shit like parking, eating, and stuff because we were in so much.
So anyhow, she was tubed until today, when they transferred her down to a less critical floor. She was in good spirits when we saw her... except for she has no fucking clue what's going on at all. It kind of seems like she might have had a stroke at some point because she's confused about who's who (talking to Steven, but it seemed like she was thinking his brother), she thought she was going to watch the All Star game, was telling us the Red Sox won 63-4 or something crazy, and kept calling her sitter, whose name was Mark, Dave.
She came down from CCU with a sitter. That's someone who's basically there to make sure she doesn't act out or pull out tubes, or just plain try to leave, which I guess she tried to do earlier. Her nurse doesn't want her alone at all.
I think Steven's going to call the doctor tomorrow at some point and try to get the real story, not the story his father's giving. Steven's been kind of annoyed with him, since we seem to really be left out of the loop and they've been a little rude about the fact that we essentially aren't spending 24/7 with her like they are.
Oh, and the keys were found. They got knocked off while Steven was doing shit for his father yesterday and I guess the paperboy found them. This is good, because Steven seems to have lost my security door key tonight while we were at Donna's. I told him he cannot wear the keys while he's carting around things. This is twice in two days. This is why, by the way, we need a break from all the havoc. Our shit is getting messed up a lot. Not to mention our apartment is gross looking because we haven't been home pretty much at all in the last week to clean, do laundry, do dishes, or anything else. Seriously, we need to do some things for ourselves now. Blah.
Oh, and Laura totally left me the best message on my machine this morning. Too funny.
MIL's surgery did not go well, at all. She decided to be combative during the cathetization and started moving her limbs and generally flipping out. Doing that, she restarted a bleed, which got into her lungs, so they intubated her. This was Saturday night. Steven and I headed in around 11:30 to figure out what the fuck was happening. I overloaded while we were there and had a wicked dizzy spell because we had been going going going for so long. We didn't eat dinner until like midnight that night. Ultimately, we decided that we couldn't keep going in every single day. We can't afford it, for one, and for another, we were both getting burnt out.
I coined the phrase "clown car of hate" referring to Steven's aunts and his father who've been kind of a clusterfuck with everything. Steven's been snickering about this for days.
Oh, and Steven's brother has only been to see her once out of the week she's been there. Sorry, but that sucks. Both he and Tracie could afford to go in; we can't. I blew a good chunk of my birthday money on shit like parking, eating, and stuff because we were in so much.
So anyhow, she was tubed until today, when they transferred her down to a less critical floor. She was in good spirits when we saw her... except for she has no fucking clue what's going on at all. It kind of seems like she might have had a stroke at some point because she's confused about who's who (talking to Steven, but it seemed like she was thinking his brother), she thought she was going to watch the All Star game, was telling us the Red Sox won 63-4 or something crazy, and kept calling her sitter, whose name was Mark, Dave.
She came down from CCU with a sitter. That's someone who's basically there to make sure she doesn't act out or pull out tubes, or just plain try to leave, which I guess she tried to do earlier. Her nurse doesn't want her alone at all.
I think Steven's going to call the doctor tomorrow at some point and try to get the real story, not the story his father's giving. Steven's been kind of annoyed with him, since we seem to really be left out of the loop and they've been a little rude about the fact that we essentially aren't spending 24/7 with her like they are.
Oh, and the keys were found. They got knocked off while Steven was doing shit for his father yesterday and I guess the paperboy found them. This is good, because Steven seems to have lost my security door key tonight while we were at Donna's. I told him he cannot wear the keys while he's carting around things. This is twice in two days. This is why, by the way, we need a break from all the havoc. Our shit is getting messed up a lot. Not to mention our apartment is gross looking because we haven't been home pretty much at all in the last week to clean, do laundry, do dishes, or anything else. Seriously, we need to do some things for ourselves now. Blah.
Oh, and Laura totally left me the best message on my machine this morning. Too funny.