Went to visit Mom in the afternoon and she was in an awful state. Whilst she had been tied to her bed by her wrists, she was still still thrashing around, and kicking her legs in a fuss too. It also looked like she was trying to scream, but what with her larynx in-operational due to the ventilator, no sound was coming out of her mouth.
I asked the nurse on duty what was wrong with Mom and she said that Mom was irritated by the feeding drip having been put through her nose [removed from throat due to infection]. I noted that it must be something more serious, as the flailing looked very worrisome. Nurse said that she was going for lunch, so if I had any further queries I could ask the head sister.
I immediately called the head sister into the isolation room for a better explanation as to why my mother was jerking so violently, why her blood pressure was sky high again, and why her heart beat was so irregular.
When she saw Mom and the stats she got a fright herself and started barking off orders to three other nurses, and called back the original one from her lunch. A cart was pulled in and an emergency EKG done. Blood was taken and within 7 minutes a full blood count returned from the lab.
It wasn’t a heart attack, as feared; it didn’t seem to be a stroke either, but Mom was still flailing and I was sitting in a corner of the room, sobbing my eyes out as I was convinced it was the end.
The head nurse then noted that Mom was no longer on Ultiva [her pain medication] and asked why she had been taken off. No answers were forthcoming and she instructed a vial to be inserted into one of the many sodium chloride drips hanging around Mom. There was no Ultiva on the floor, and so they pumped Mom with morphine instead.
This had the desired effect, and finally the heart rate returned to normal, as did her blood pressure. The flailing ceased and Mom went back to sleep. Bottom line, she was in extreme pain and obviously could not communicate this to anyone.
The nurse who was called back from lunch wasn’t impressed and in her words:
“I’m dying here.” [what choice words]
I had to physically sit on my hands to restrain myself from punching her lights out.
I went back in the evening with my brothers as we weren’t sure she was going to make it through the night. Mom had stabilized but was unresponsive. As Star was away for the weekend with a friend in Warmbaths, I had to take Angel with me as there was no-one to look after her. Poor thing had to sit alone in the waiting area outside the ICU. But what can I do? Her father is less than no help of late, all well and fine that he’s finally working, but now he has no time for his daughter.
I dropped off Angel at school as her teacher is offering revision on Saturday mornings in preparation of exams [which started last week]. Not that madam needs extra lessons, but it gives me two hours off and it keeps her busy for a while.
A month ago I finally used the Truworths gift voucher I received from Boss Lady for my birthday, but on arriving home with my purchases; I decided that I didn’t like the outfit so with time ticking to return the goodies, I went to the mall to see if I could find something else I liked. Which I did. Two 50’s style dresses later and I was back in business.
When I returned to the school to fetch Madam, I reversed into an unseen concrete pillar, thereby denting and scratching my back bumper. Charming. The weekend just keeps getting better.
When we got home, all I wanted to do was climb into bed and have a long nap before returning to the hospital for the afternoon visit. However, on seeing Cute Neighbours vehicle parked in his bay, I decided that we needed to clear the air as we hadn’t spoken in a week since I walked out after confronting him about his stalking.
Angel came with me, so I on arrival I couldn’t jump straight into my unprepared speech, so CN made me a cuppa java and us girls lay on the couch waiting for him to finish watching Men in Black 3.
Half an hour later, there was a very loud bang signaling the start of a terrifying thunder storm and within minutes the complex was pelted with hail the size and strength of cricket balls. All around us windows were smashed to smithereens, and we huddled together against the front door [the furtherest place from the windows] wondering why Armageddon was early.
Ten minutes later the storm was over and we went to survey the damage. All of CN’s north facing windows were broken – in the lounge and his bedroom. We went downstairs to access my home, and on the way witnessed several vehicles with either their front or back windscreens smashed right out; and body damage like you won’t believe.
Two of my bedroom windows were broken, and two of Angel’s. Star’s bedroom is south facing so he was safe. My lounge windows also escape damage due to the sloped roof over my veranda.
And so operational clean up began.
First removing all the bedding from my bed, and then vacuuming the mattress, which I’m sure still has slivers of glass in. I then had to move my bed away from the window so that I could clean up the glass on the windowsill and the floor. No easy feat considering it’s a four poster wrought iron bed weighing what felt like several tons. With no-one to help me, I had to move it myself. What fun. Thereafter I picked up the large shards of glass and then vacuuming the small pieces. The hail had hit my window at such a velocity that the glass tore through several sections of my curtains too.
After the clean up I went knocking door to door in search of masking tape to stick dustbin bags over the broken windows. What a fucking mission that was. At times like this that I hate being a single woman. And no knight in shining armour came to offer me any assistance. Anyway, I got it done and Angel and I turned the lounge into our temporary bedroom.
More dull details of my life to follow.