Mum Update
Aug. 8th, 2011 05:50 pmFirst off, thank you for all your kind messages in response to my last post. You have been so wonderful - I can't tell you what your messages meant to me. They really did help. I hope you don't mind if I don't reply to them all individually but I'm exhausted, and I still get very emotional when I talk about it. I haven't been sleeping well since it all happened, and right now seem to be getting by on adrenaline, although I hope that things will start to improve now.
Mum has been in hospital since Friday but she was discharged today. They did an MRI and took lung x rays but all was clear which was a massive relief to me because she was a smoker for a long time although she gave up 20 or so years ago. I did worry that she might have lung cancer. The other alternative was heart disease as she had atrial fibrillation when she was admitted.
However, they now think she's had a pleuritic infection. She's been on antibiotics since Friday and started to turn a corner yesterday. She's had a high temperature but that's calmed down now, and her heart rate has also returned to normal.
Julie took me to visit Mum on Saturday, and she was bleary and didn't look well. She did perk up at having visitors though. My mother isn't ill very often and has never spent a night in hospital in her life before so this was all new to her - and to us.
When Julie took me back yesterday, Mum looked a lot better, and she called me this morning to say she was being discharged. When I called her this afternoon she said she'd been home an hour...and then she made me angry by saying she'd told Dad she'd get a cab home - and he let her! She had to walk across the street and hail a taxi and it's been a windy day. She was also on her own in the house when she got home as he'd gone to his office. She said she wanted some alone time and I get that, but I gave her a bit of a telling off. I know she doesn't like fuss, but sometimes you just have to allow people to take care of you a bit. She's been seriously ill - as she found out when she got home and discovered she was too exhausted to go upstairs so she napped on the sofa. Anyway, *I* had to bloody well accept people doing stuff for me and not being able to take care of myself, and she needs to do so too.
It's been the worst few days of my life. I started to feel a bit better yesterday when I knew she was getting better and all the truly awful diseases/ailments had been ruled out. My dad refused to take her to the hospital I was taken to with my broken ankle. He took her to a hospital closer to their home, and the difference in treatment and attitude was amazing. The nursing staff came up to mum and to us, introduced themselves, and asked if there was anything they could get us. They were so incredibly friendly and stopped to have a laugh and joke with us. It was totally not like that in the hospital I went to. Mum's hospital is only about 10 miles away from mine, if that, but it's one of the best in the country while mine is one of the worst - it's an extraordinary state of affairs.
I got a 'no' on the driving which didn't surprise me. So one of my brothers is going to take me to work this week and bring me home again after (well, I hope so anyway!). Julie is going to take me to my pre-op assessment hospital appointment on Friday. I've had lots of support from friends, colleagues and neighbours - my secretary and HR manager have both offered practical help. And my next door neighbour came in for a couple of hours today to chat.
I've spent most of today figuring out ways to get by. Did a ton of washing and tidied up around the place. It's all doable - it's hard work and time consuming but I can get by as long as nothing big, bad or drastic happens. I had a bad tummy upset in the night - I'm assuming because of the accumulated stress of it all so I'm a bit shattered now.
One of the hardest things has been going cold turkey from mum's help in such a shocking, wrenching way. I got very tearful at doing some things by myself that we used to do together and had a little laugh about while we were doing them. It's been much tougher emotionally than physically, and physically it's hard enough.
I'm going to take myself off to watch TV for the rest of the evening, but I just wanted to do an update to let you know what was happening as you have all been so amazing.
Gloria1 is coming to stay this weekend and Flyingnorth the weekend after that. Then I'm hoping that after my operation things will be a bit easier but we'll see.
Mum has been in hospital since Friday but she was discharged today. They did an MRI and took lung x rays but all was clear which was a massive relief to me because she was a smoker for a long time although she gave up 20 or so years ago. I did worry that she might have lung cancer. The other alternative was heart disease as she had atrial fibrillation when she was admitted.
However, they now think she's had a pleuritic infection. She's been on antibiotics since Friday and started to turn a corner yesterday. She's had a high temperature but that's calmed down now, and her heart rate has also returned to normal.
Julie took me to visit Mum on Saturday, and she was bleary and didn't look well. She did perk up at having visitors though. My mother isn't ill very often and has never spent a night in hospital in her life before so this was all new to her - and to us.
When Julie took me back yesterday, Mum looked a lot better, and she called me this morning to say she was being discharged. When I called her this afternoon she said she'd been home an hour...and then she made me angry by saying she'd told Dad she'd get a cab home - and he let her! She had to walk across the street and hail a taxi and it's been a windy day. She was also on her own in the house when she got home as he'd gone to his office. She said she wanted some alone time and I get that, but I gave her a bit of a telling off. I know she doesn't like fuss, but sometimes you just have to allow people to take care of you a bit. She's been seriously ill - as she found out when she got home and discovered she was too exhausted to go upstairs so she napped on the sofa. Anyway, *I* had to bloody well accept people doing stuff for me and not being able to take care of myself, and she needs to do so too.
It's been the worst few days of my life. I started to feel a bit better yesterday when I knew she was getting better and all the truly awful diseases/ailments had been ruled out. My dad refused to take her to the hospital I was taken to with my broken ankle. He took her to a hospital closer to their home, and the difference in treatment and attitude was amazing. The nursing staff came up to mum and to us, introduced themselves, and asked if there was anything they could get us. They were so incredibly friendly and stopped to have a laugh and joke with us. It was totally not like that in the hospital I went to. Mum's hospital is only about 10 miles away from mine, if that, but it's one of the best in the country while mine is one of the worst - it's an extraordinary state of affairs.
I got a 'no' on the driving which didn't surprise me. So one of my brothers is going to take me to work this week and bring me home again after (well, I hope so anyway!). Julie is going to take me to my pre-op assessment hospital appointment on Friday. I've had lots of support from friends, colleagues and neighbours - my secretary and HR manager have both offered practical help. And my next door neighbour came in for a couple of hours today to chat.
I've spent most of today figuring out ways to get by. Did a ton of washing and tidied up around the place. It's all doable - it's hard work and time consuming but I can get by as long as nothing big, bad or drastic happens. I had a bad tummy upset in the night - I'm assuming because of the accumulated stress of it all so I'm a bit shattered now.
One of the hardest things has been going cold turkey from mum's help in such a shocking, wrenching way. I got very tearful at doing some things by myself that we used to do together and had a little laugh about while we were doing them. It's been much tougher emotionally than physically, and physically it's hard enough.
I'm going to take myself off to watch TV for the rest of the evening, but I just wanted to do an update to let you know what was happening as you have all been so amazing.
Gloria1 is coming to stay this weekend and Flyingnorth the weekend after that. Then I'm hoping that after my operation things will be a bit easier but we'll see.