Now that I’m finally home and all is quiet (just talked to my mother in her hospital room and to the nurses’ station, and all is well), I can’t fall asleep! But . . . here’s an update.
We got good news. The battery of tests was tough on her today (and not so easy on poor me *sniffle* as I trudged along behind pushing the IV pole, as the nurses were overworked). They didn’t find a problem in her colon or stomach other than polyps that look benign (they will send them to pathology anyhow, of course)–so tomorrow she will swallow a camera that is the size of a pill, and it will take photos of her small intestine, the only place their probes of today could not reach. (Insert “South Park” probe jokes here.) They will look there for diverticulitis and so forth. It made her weak, but she’s stronger overall now that she has three units of blood from big, strong athletes and/or drunks who sell their blood. (But those people were healthy enough to give blood, so it HAS to help.)
We had a little scare/bobble when the blood arrived and it was A-positive. I said, “Wait!” She said, “I’m O-negative and so is my daughter. I’ve carried a card since I was a teenager that says so!”
This put the fear of all into everyone, and the doctor had the lab send a tech up for a blood sample so they could re-type. Sure enough, they redid it four times to be sure *(!) Good!*, and it came out A+. This is a surprise to us. You see, she had an emergency blood transfusion about eight years ago for the same reason (they said it was a bleeding ulcer then), and they gave her O+. However, that’s the Universal Donor, and they were in a rush. This time, they gave her the real type. Live and learn–back in the 1940s, they got it wrong with her. Go figure! I plan to get MY blood type and get a new card, just to be safe, ’cause hey, can I even BE O- if she’s A+? I *think* so, but. . . .
So now she has more blood and has gotten over all the anaesthesia and is resting comfortably. The primary physician said he’d hoped to see an ulcer because that’s easily treated, but the doc with the probe said he sees no ulcer in the stomach, but only the typical Pernicious Anemia plaques and oddities. She had a couple of polyps in both places, but they looked harmless to him (though he sent them to path anyway.) They say maybe it’s diverticulitis in the small intestine. What he doesn’t want is to NOT find anything or to find something BAD. Reasons for not finding something bad obvious. Reasons for not wanting to find NOTHING include that there is something hidden that is causing it and he wants to know what!
But she had a blood loss like this before, and my cousin Patty had one a couple of years ago. I think it must be something benign or she’d already have, you know, bled out or whatever . . . anyway, we’ll keep praying.
I am hoping to have her feeling well enough to let me go on the New York journey (the trip I won in the contest, so I can be in the contest finals.) I get calls every day from my darling coordinator, and we’re figuring this out. I need to book my Amtrak travel fairly soon, like tomorrow, and we’ve figured out how to do that so that I could cancel if I had to without owing the contest money. (I think.)
Hubby still says he won’t go with me, and it really hurts me–doesn’t a spouse usually WANT to go to a celebratory trip with you? He says he would be bored. This hurts my feelings. Maybe we aren’t compatible at all any more . . . he hates music now, doesn’t care for anything I write, and now doesn’t even want to go on a trip with me. I was fantasizing that Mama could go, but hell, we’re lucky this wasn’t worse, and she’ll have to stay home with a house-sitter. If I even get to go at all.
She was really out of it after her procedures, especially because they gave her a Darvon for her leg cramps (she’d taken Lasix and had a drip of potassium to try to correct that, but the cramps sneaked in) and all that stuff crocked her. Back in her room, she kept standing up and getting out of bed. They told me to KEEP HER IN THE BED for two hours. It was a trial. Then she finally got sleepy and zonked out. I sneaked home so I could get something to eat and feed the dog. I fell asleep on the sofa . . . I got three calls over the evening because the pulmonary doc had not written orders for her Advair, and their idea was for me to bring her old inhaler up there . . . I was willing, but when I paged the doctor he said he’d call the hospital and get her a new one. You really have to keep on top of what is happening with your family members as patients, as the nurses are overworked and things fall through the cracks! But I digress.
Ironic, isn’t it, that the one time I actually do get a break and win a chance to go somewhere fun, this happens. In the previous life that I am apparently doing penance/punishment for, I was obviously Eva Braun or Marie Antoinette or some other similarly high-powered bitch. I can only conjecture that I massacred an entire country or worse! I hope I had a blast doing it.
I’m stringing 3M/Scotch along telling them that I am indeed coming. If I have to cancel at the last minute, well, that can just go on my list of inconsiderate SOB sins that I have done . . .’cause I want to keep this possibility alive as long as I can! It would really be a blast.
I really SHOULD take another man with me. I don’t CARE how it looks to the neighbors. Would serve Hubs RIGHT!
Hubster is worried that if we go, “we couldn’t get back if there were an emergency.” Well, tell you what. If I got a call that there’s an emergency, I would gather my carry-on luggage and get off the train the next time it stops at any station at all. I will then use my cell phone to call a taxi to take me to the nearest rental car place (Enterprise will come GET you, and I’ll call them if possible.) I will then rent the car and drive it back here as fast as I can. That’s the best I could do. Someone here will have to take care of small emergencies. That’s all anyone could do, anyway, people who can’t fly (Don can’t fly because of that weird ear syndrome thing.) And what diff would it make if The Worst were to happen to the house or God forbid anything else–you couldn’t reverse it even if you were sitting there during the time it was happening. I think he just is ashamed to be seen with me, or thinks he should be allowed to do whatever he wants all the time and never have to do something because it’s the spousal thing to do.
Am I wrong–is it so different now? Spouses go to their different vacations, don’t do family things, go separately for Christmas to their different families. But I have always seen that as dysfunctional. I think that the way my parents and in-laws divided their time and “did the time” for the other spouse was more normal, or more noble, or something. Still, if it’s not that way now, it’s not that way.
I gotta sleep so I can get back to the hospital in the morning. Thanks for listening to the rant.