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10 August 2012 @ 03:53 pm
Update: Mom and My Health  
Mom is a miracle. She went from almost dying 3 times in the hospital to complete recovery. She is now able to walk by herself (with a walker) and has regained most if not all of her cognitive faculties. Moreover, she is coming home on August 15. This poses a problem, unfortunately, as I am not willing to let her stay home by herself and I have no sick leave and vacation time left. I have no idea what I am going to do with her. On top of it all, once again, we are encountering the barriers we experienced in the hospital, that is, the staff's notion that my mom is incompetent, senile, and should not be left alone for one minute. 

While at the hospital, mom, was almost starved to death. She had no orders for food or fluids. No fluids were allowed by mouth and no fluids were given intravenously. We knew that this was a death sentence and when we intervened, the hospital staff acted like we were asking for the moon. We pretty much realized that they felt that she was 96 and lived a long life. Bastards. Some people just live longer. I am grateful that I have a son like Ethan. He is used to fighting for rights in his job and he surely did his share for his grandmother's rights. Without my son's help, I think my mom would have been dead by now. She would have been starved and dehydrated to the point of no return.

Now, we are facing the same prejudicial opinions with my mom's discharge from the rehab. My mom doesn't speak English. Now, I know that she should know some English, since she arrived in the United States in 1962. But the truth is that some people have no apt for languages, and that's my mom. She has limited knowledge of English, which didn't bother her when she was younger. She was able to work. She worked as a seamstress for top designers (Oleg Cassini, Dimitri, Halston) and her workmanship spoke for itself. She didn't need English to do her work. Some of Jackie and Ethel Kennedy's clothing worn in the late '60s onward were sewn by my mom. Liza Minnelli was a great Halston customer and wore a lot of stuff my mom sewed for Halston, and, subsequently for her. In any event, my mom's job was to make the clothes that the models wore in the runway during fashion shows, as well as the clothing that famous people ordered from those shows for themselves. Anyway, I was digressing here. The rehab facility is sure that mom is in need of constant supervision, which we don't agree. They are sure that she speaks English and her inability to communicate is caused by dementia and not her inability to speak English. And, once again, they are putting chains on her release. They want us to hire a nurse to be with her—as if we are made of money. Honestly, what is wrong with these people?

So, now, mom comes home on Wednesday, August 15. I'm taking off a few days and then I'm having my eye surgery. This will allow me to be with mom and observe her to make sure that she can be left alone as she was left alone before her illness.

Now, onto my health. I have been having a lot foot problems lately. I wound up in an emergency room two times. Once on Sunday (8/5/12) and once on Monday (8/6/12). On Sunday, I was told that I have cellulitis. A form on subcutaneous infection of the skin. I have no idea how I got this disease aside from possibly getting it from a dental procedure I had on Wednesday (8/7/12). During that procedure my surgeon was vacillating whether to give me an antibiotic. I am a diabetic and I should have insisted on the antibiotic. But the thought of diarrhea that generally occurs with antibiotics made me quiver, and I was pleased that he didn't prescribe. Well, the next day, I woke up with fever (101.8), which I fought all day and the day after the pain in my foot started. But I endured it all till Sunday. My second day in the ER resulted in having been told to seek an appointment with my primary care physician and ask for a referral to see either an infectious disease specialist or an orthopedic surgeon, WTH? What a big difference in care. I asked for a referral to see a podiatrist. It was a good decision.

wb2The podiatrist diagnosed my ailment to be GOUT. Although gout starts with the big toe and is generally caused by eating too much red meat (something I don't touch), shell fish (which I haven't eaten in ages, alcohol (I don't drink), and STRESS. Yes, we can all agree that I have been under a lot of stress. I got some magical pills and a nice pair of boots. My foot is getting better.

Moral of the story: Podiatrist is the way to go when you have feet problems.















 
 
 
alabastardalabastard on August 11th, 2012 12:29 am (UTC)
Sending energy and good thoughts your way...
Jennifer: Harold Finch Ihotch_fan on August 13th, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
Oh, sound like you've had a pretty bad time. I really hope things start to get a little better for you : )

The news about your mom are great! Congrats!

Unfortunately, I think it's very common the lack of sensitivity and well, common sense in some hospital employees, which is a shame, since in moments as hard as those you need the best support from them. I'm glad you and your son could solve things, though.
~Lirpa~: Converse: Circlekatje0711 on August 15th, 2012 05:27 pm (UTC)
Hope everything works out for your mother now that she's going home!

So glad there's nothing seriously wrong with your foot and it's better!

{{{HUGS}}}