Going home!

We're finally getting her out of here! Discharge papers completed at 2pm. Packing up to go. K wants to stop at the gift shop on the way down to the car. So I'm running a load of most of her stuff to the car first.

Update 3pm: The Swedish Hospital gift shop just closed. Forgot it closes earlier on Saturday. K is really disappointed. I'm secretly ecstatic, but trying to commiserate.

Update 4pm: Finally leaving the room.

Update 4:30pm: Stopping at Jamba Juice for a little something to keep her BG up. They completely misunderstood her order, and served her something she couldn't stomach. So I went back for a plain OJ for her. With a separate large cup of ice. And a fistful of napkins. And a fistful of long spoons.

Update 5:30pm: Stopping at SuperCuts, so she can get a buzz cut. Closing them down.

Update 6pm: Stopping at Tokyo Joe's, so she will have something to eat for dinner, and we won't spend a lot of time at home before going to bed.

Update 7pm: Stopping at PetCo, to get snacks for Mandy, pet cleaning supplies.

Update 9pm: Finally got home!

Update midnight: I'm finally going to bed! She's still going strong.

Too Many Dumb Drivers

As I was driving to work this morning, and absent-mindedly becoming irritated at nearby drivers who appeared to have no sense of the driving laws or common courtesy, I was reminded of "Too Many Dumb Pilots", one of my favorite stories, from my favorite collection of Richard Bach short stories. The differences, of course, between pilots and drivers are numerous, including a huge amount of training and certification that goes into making someone a pilot. But the commonality of the "we have met the dumb guy, and he is us" holds true across both of these skills, and probably everything else in life, too.

Dog day

Mandy's having a "bring your dog to work" day, since K is at the Hospital and her caregivers have the day off, and there would be nobody at home to watch after her. So she's sleeping happily in my car, in the nice cool covered garage. I'm taking her out every few hours, for the occasional walk around the local area near work.

K at Swedish Hospital

K was just admitted to Swedish Hospital for the night, a room on the ninth floor. She was at wound care, and couldn't stop vomiting. So they sent her to the ER. Probably the Gastroparesis. The ER doc decided to admit her for at least overnight, so she can get the dialysis she is missing right now, and maybe they can do something constructive about these lousy symptoms that have been wrecking her life for many months.

Update Monday night: RN says she may be here a couple days. Will get dialysis late tonight, which is important, since she missed Friday, and was scheduled for this evening. The Anti nausea med they're giving her seems to be helping a lot.Nice to see her BG has been very nominal so far.

Update Tuesday morning: She sounds much better this morning. She got dialysis between 1am-5am, thankfully slept through most of it. It still sounds like they will keep her at least another day.

K at Rose ER

Early this morning K said she had fallen off her scooter in the kitchen, sometime earlier. She had scrapes on her arms and a fist sized hard painful dark black and blue stomach bruise / hematoma on the left side. The caregiver has been trying all day to get her moving, so they can go to Rose ER and have it evaluated. It's looking like the caregiver will have to leave about the time I get home from work, and I will be taking her.

8:30pm update: We arrived at Rose ER a half hour ago. Q&A is done. The usual IV is in, and they've ordered some tests.

11:45pm update: The Dr says the CT shows the hematoma is superficial. Sending her home!

This was our 2nd visit to Rose Hospital ER. Some of the people did recognize us from last time. We think our experiences at Rose have been consistently better than other places. That's 2 for 2.

Empty house

The movers just took the last of Ken and Freddie's possessions, and are backing their monster oversized moving truck up the hill. Mandy's pretty sure she doesn't like this revoltin' development.

Robin Williams

Rest in peace, Robin Williams. I hope your next life finds you relaxing on the beach, with someone else putting in all the effort to entertain you, for a change. You deserve a rest. What a surprisingly big part of my persona, are my memories of all the delightfully funny moments you brought me, over the many years, beginning with Mork from Orc. Thank you a million times.