What's Your Scariest Caregiving Experience?

Denise

What's Your Scariest Caregiving Experience?

Denise
Happy-Halloween-Day-HD-WallpaperHappy Halloween!

Today's the day to be scared by ghosts and goblins, monsters and witches. Which makes me wonder: What's your scariest caregiving experience? Please tell us about a frightful experience in our comments section, below. And, if you're dressing up for Halloween, please tell us about your costume.

I’ll choose a random winner from our comments tomorrow to receive our “Me Time” Pack. (Our Me Time Pack features four eBooks which help you take care of you. Take Time helps you set personal goals; My Caregiving Journal prompts you to write it out; The Caregiving Years gives you permission for me time; and 2012 Anthology and its caregiving stories give you a great break.)

(Congrats to Deb, who won a "Me Time" Pack for sharing a six-word story about being tired.)

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Joshua

Oooh, I have two!\r\n\r\nFirst wife: the day she came home from the hospital. At 3am she wakes me up and tells me that she can't breathe! But... she's connected to a ventilator! How am I supposed to rectify that situation? What can I possibly do that can help her breathe better than a ventilator can help her? After some intense moments, I was able to move her tubing around a bit and she could breathe after that.\r\n\r\nCurrent wife: She was in the hospital for what should have been a simple procedure. It goes very wrong, she codes on the table while I'm there, she has a seizure and stops breathing. The nurse calls a code blue, and literally 15 seconds later there are 30 people in the (tiny) room. But my wife has two rare conditions, which means that doing certain things that are normal lifesaving routines for healthy people would actually make her worse! And, she's on medication that the hospital does not have. So the doctors turn to me for advice, and they have me administer the meds. I am by far the least medically qualified person in the room and it's on my shoulders to tell them what to do to not screw things up further. Luckily my emotional side completely shut down - I probably would have had to have been admitted to the psych hospital next door had it not done so - and was able to guide the doctors to do the right thing.\r\n\r\nI am 38 but I sometimes feel like I'm 65...