Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Can't Believe I Lost the Update!!

Damn computer, which has some sort of bug, rebooted when I was down checking on Jim. I had just drafted a huge update about the home care people and the GI Dr. we've been seeing the last two days.

So cut to the short story. Jim's cognitive function seems to continue to fail (or not improve). Today, the OT who gave him intake and the GI Dr. with whom he had a followup saw it too. To deal with it, the GI Dr has cut certain of Jim's medicines, raised the Lactulose (the ammonia binder), ordered a brain CT scan, and is looking for a neuropsychiatrist for a consult. It could be that alcohol or something else has caused physical brain damage. Please, don't let that be the case.

Tomorrow I see Dr. Cutter for my last followup before the spring. The surgical drain from the mastectomy seems ready to come out after 3 weeks, thank God!! It does hurt, and once it's out, I can shower!

~~V

2 comments:

Alice said...

I hope for the best for Jim. And I am glad the drain will be out soon and you can enjoy a nice hot shower. Sending all our love and good thoughts your way.

Love Alice

DebandGiz said...

Greetings from another bitch, NOT! Just as NEITHER are YOU!!!

Please forgive my awol-ness again, dearest Venita... And my shouting...

Oh, let's just get it over with, okay?

Sigh...

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And, yes, in case you're wondering, I do type each one... No cut and paste for this girlscout...

Sigh...

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And one more for good measure...

SIGH..........

Fear any more will put both our heads in paper bags... Yes, my bag is that big...




April 17, 2003 I took a fall at work... Tripped on that thingy between floor and carpet, did a pirouette, fell backwards, and landed head-first into the edge of a metal closet door that was jammed open waiting to receive my head... Cursed my clumsiness, and put my hand up to rub the back of my head... Knew something was wrong the minute my hand felt thick, liquid warmth... Steel myself to look at my hand... It was covered in blood...

Said, oh shit! It was late at night and there was only one other person on my floor... Decided to go to the bathroom to survey the situation and apply tons of paper towel compresses to stop the blood flow... Head wounds really, really, really gush!

After tons and tons and tons of paper towels and pressure, managed to get the flow down to a trickle... Enough to casually go to the other person on my floor and say hi! She said hi! right back, and may or may not have wondered why I was leaning against her doorway with one hand behind my head...

Told her I had a bit of a request... Told her I'd done something clumsy and had fallen and had hit my head... Said, now Kris, you need to remember that head wounds bleed a lot... She was now up on her feet and moving towards me from behind her desk... I asked her to be brave and look at my head and to simply tell me if any of my brains were hanging out...

She stopped walking towards me... Took a very deep breath, and another one, and asked me if I was okay? Said, oh I imagine that's what you're going to tell me... Reminded her it might be uuucky (sp?)...

She came right up to me and said, okay, show me... I did... She immediately said, OMG!!! You need to get to the ER right away! You need stitches! Smiled and calmly said, remember what I told you about head wounds, right? She said yes. Said, okay, aside from the uuucky (sp?) factor, can you see any of my brains hanging out? She said no. I said great!

Unfortunately the walking and bending so she could look for brain matter had taken it's toll, so it was bleeding quite profusely again... She escorted me back to the bathroom for more paper towel pressure... She was urging me to go to the ER... I was thinking I had to get home to feed Giz (this was about 1-1/2 months before her dx...)... I was thinking I didn't want to go to an NYC ER...

Got the blood to stop gushing, and back to merely trickling... Assured her I was fine... Assured her I could drive home... She looked worriedly skeptical and walked me to the garage... Unfortunately, the 1-1/2 block walk to the garage started the bleeding again, but I assured her it was just bleeding, not gushing...

Driving home was interesting... Try handling a stick shift whilst also applying pressure to check the amount of bleeding... Made for an extremely busy right hand...

Miraculously arrived home safely, fed Giz, thought better about having a chardonney spritzer, and applied ice to my head... For 30 minutes, at least... Discovered it was still bleeding... Realized the adrenaline that had gotten me this far was all but gone... Started getting scared... Heard my upstairs neighbor (a student and waitress) returning from work... Called her to see if she might like to take a gander at my head... She was knocking on my door in a heartbeat! Took one look at my head and said we're going to the ER -- now!

Five hours and seven stitches later, we were home... The best part of the ER-travaganza was when Danielle was sitting next to me whilst I was doing the intake form with the ER person and she found out I was 51... Think she was just 20 at the time... She made quite a NO WAY scene! Just couldn't believe it was true... Told her it has always been my experience that women don't lie in the other direction... Just my way of pointing out a little sunshine in a cloud of blood...

Got two days' of work(wo)man's comp, lots of phone calls, and a couple of rather serious lectures from both the president and controller of the company regarding my drive back to NJ that night... Really, really, really serious lectures... So serious they were talking about me going back to 9-5 kind of lectures... Mornings again?!?! YIKES!!!!

I only mention this because of you being on the cusp of enjoying a shower... I could only do baths with the head bandage wrap (think of a blonde Axel Rose look...)... Used to love baths... Have come to embrace showers... Promise to metaphorically smile and do one of those really wondrous only-shower-producing kind of sighs with you when you can shower again, dearest Venita! And shower you will! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




I'm so sorry Jim is still having such a rough time, and therefore you too... I hope the medical "they" can get to the bottom of his angst with the new tests/specialists... I think it's always better to know what one is dealing with than leaving it to one's imagination/fear... And you definitely seem to be one who wants/needs to know...

Please know that even when we're awol, we're just a heartbeat away, dearest Venita... You and Jim and all your furries waiting for a well-deserved cat nap with you are constantly in our hopeful, healing thoughts and prayers... You truly are!

And, you truly are amazing! Please take good care of yourself too, okay? We're all waiting for your shower report!

Much love and countless hopeful, healing hugs too,
Deb & Giz (Psssssssst, Lily? Remind me to tell you about "dealing" with our visiting sugar cat who DARED COME INTO MY ROOM!!!!! Blood flew! Unfortunately it was mommy's when she had to separate us after finding me with my paw on Tiger's chest! I'm ALPHA, hear me ROAR!!!!!!! Our next lesson will be all about Alpha-ism... Sometimes mommy sings in the shower, dear Venita, plan your next song well, okay? It's okay if you just hum and go ahhhhhhhh...)