Good morning.
It’s 52F and cloudy outside. Today’s forecast calls for cloudy to mostly cloudy skies and a daytime high of 64F.
Red, I hope you don’t have a bone infection, but I am glad there is a plan of action if that is the case.
BooFae, I hope the meds knock out the ulcer very quickly.
Oh voy…yesterday was a day. There was confusion regarding the surgery, which finally occurred very late morning, early afternoon. The confusion was on the healthcare team’s part, who were looking for my mother, who was in the pre-op waiting room with my sister. 
I mean…WTF.
At any rate, abscesses were removed from her arm, and a drain was inserted. She was definitely septic. She was put on IV antibiotics as well as pill antibiotics. I’m hoping today we’ll find out where (or if) she’ll be going to a SNF after discharge for wound care and OT/PT. It’s her right arm, and she’s right-handed.
I mentioned that my sister and her husband handle most of the stuff for my mother, and I had no idea how much until I spoke to them. Also, my sister seems to be in denial about the possibility of my mother having dementia. She has not been assessed, and according to my sister, she takes care of her house and herself. However, she no longer drives, and my sister handles all the bills and paperwork. She can’t remember things she was told 30 seconds ago, and later in the day starts going into a sort of spiral.
I received multiple phone calls from my mother last night asking where her purse was. The purse she had been told multiple times was with my sister, and then handed off to me. Her purse, her keys, and her wallet over and over again. She claimed she had been frantically looking for them (she’s supposed to remain in bed due to fall risk). While I was at the hospital, she was asking about her purse every two minutes. No, I am not exaggerating because I started timing the requests. Then, apparently, I fell asleep and was dead to the world, and I have six calls and five voicemails starting at 12:30 a.m. from my mother, in full-blown panic about her car, which she hasn’t driven for over a year, asking where it was and who picked it up.
I did speak to my sister yesterday evening after she got home, and she finally agreed an assessment would be good. It won’t happen until after she and her husband return from their trip and deal with some stuff her husband’s father, who is in a nursing home with tumors on his brain and dementia, too. They have A LOT on their plates. I can’t really step in with my mother because I don’t have all the information I need, and I certainly don’t want to mess up her care or add additional cost because I chose the wrong option.
My mother has become so paranoid that she will not take deliveries. I was hoping to alleviate some of my sister’s workload by arranging grocery and other product deliveries, but my mother refuses them.
I can’t really complain; I guess I’m just venting. My sister needs her break, and I am stepping up to give it to her. I think while she’s in an SNF, I’ll head to her house, take care of the laundry, and mow her yard, which had grown so much that my BiL couldn’t get through it without emptying the bag halfway through a lap. Then his knees went out. I’ll probably have to weed-whack it first, then mow it.
I’ll also need to collect her mail every couple of days.
Well, I suppose I should get my day started. It’s going to be long, and no doubt troublesome, but things could be worse.
(full name: nine fingers?)
