Just Take It


Just Take It

rescue-helicopter-61009_640Because it's not enough to have two parents with issues, my engine light went on in my car on Wednesday. I'm at the car dealership now having my car checked.

I do have good news, though. My dad is on his way home and my mom will be transferred out of ICU tomorrow. My brother and sister-in-law handled my dad's discharge so I could spend a few moments with my mom before bringing my car in.

My mom was eating (well, pushing food around on the plate) when I left her earlier this afternoon. Moving from a liquid diet to a regular diet is good news. She received a pint a blood on Wednesday and again yesterday but they do not believe she's bleeding again. She looks much better and her blood pressure has been stable.

When my dad arrived in his hospital room yesterday morning, I suggested he have his doctor look at the rash around his stoma (the opening from his abdominal wall through urine passes; his ostomy bag fits around and over his stoma). His nurse overheard and suggested that the hospital's ostomy nurse stop to see my dad.

Well, this gem of a nurse spent time with my dad this morning. She changed his bag using a different bag than we do that my dad really likes. She gave him a barrier cream to use to help with the rash. She rewrapped his wound on his arm; when he fell Thursday morning, he gashed his arm on the stair railing (I think). As you know, our skin is soooo sensitive as we age and any tape on my dad's skin just rips more skin. So, the ostomy nurse gave us supplies to use at home that make changing his dressing painless (it's so painful to remove the tape) and easier.

When his doctor stopped to see him yesterday, he told my dad he needs to take it easy, that he's doing too much trying to keep up with all that's happened with my mom. "This is a conversation we need to have in my office," the doctor told him. "We'll talk about how to make things easier for you." Music to my ears!!

This morning, my dad refused to take a prescription for pain meds until I intervened. "Refusing a prescription for pain meds is what got us here," I said. My dad refused a prescription after his procedure on Wednesday afternoon and he needed something stronger than Tylenol. (My brother went with my dad to his procedure because I had a work commitment; my brother wasn't aware of my "just take it" philosophy.) I've told my parents over and over: When you're offered a prescription for pain meds after a procedure or surgery or an injury, just take it! We don't have to fill it, we don't have use the meds if we fill it, but we need the option. So, my dad relented and we've got a prescription for a pain med, if he needs it.

My mom's bridge friends have offered to bring dinner over for my dad and I for the next few nights. My dad was kinda complaining about this to my mom on Wednesday. I told him to say yes to the meals. "I can fix something for myself," he said. "Absolutely not," I replied.

He also pushed back a little when we asked for his doctor to write an order for home health. "We have to take this," I said to my dad, "even if it's only a few visits. It's help."

"When someone offers you a meal, a pain med or home health, take it," I said.

I think he finally heard me loud and clear.