The DaVita dialysis center just called me at work. Kristan's fistula (the beefed-up vein in her arm which provides dialysis access) is clogged, again. It has already failed 2-3 times this year alone, and it's supposed to be good for years after a repair. She has been losing weight the past few weeks, and with the C.diff, maybe she's too dehyrated for it to work.They want me to pick her up and take her somewhere (where?! Who's open now?!) to get it fixed. But the Azura nursing facility is in control of her care and transportation right now. I told them to call Azura, but now I can't stop shaking from the adrenaline. Waiting for the next phone call...
http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/419393-overview
I do not perform well, when my honey is in trouble. And for the past decade, it's been a continual barrage of things not going well, so I pretty much fell apart, years ago. I read somewhere that stress adversely impacts memory, and I believe it. I can't even remember where I parked my car any more, much less all the medical things she needs to be doing. We keep looking at each other, and saying, "We need a Mom to take care of us!" And that reminds me, I need to run home and do what I can, to keep the dog alive. At least that's something that's working for us, so far.
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