It's a good day for me in that I have reason to be grateful, IMHO.
On Sunday mornings, my wife likes to go to the house and visit with the kitten and look for items to have with her in her room at the facility.
I have a stepper for her to get in my '23 Taco but at least once before, I have seen her get in there with just the running board.
Last Sunday, she was trying to and not quite getting it right. Then I was right behind her and asked if she wanted to try again. She did and both her feet were on the running board and they gave out and she was in a squat as I caught her and we got her pivoted around and in the seat.
She was dizzy and by the time we were back to the facility, she was in pain and got some Tylenol. They thought it might be muscle strain and got her a muscle relaxant. Monday, she was still hurting and nothing helped all night. So, I asked the nurse to get mobile x-ray there.
Distal femur fracture of the right leg. So, they decided to send her to the ER across the street using private ambulance service. I got up there from work and she was still there. Transport showed up at 2:30 pm.
I went across the street and waited. They got her on a gurney in the ER and then took her off for x-rays and a CRT scan. Confirming the distal fracture and one compound fracture. Surgery was scheduled for the next day around 1 pm.
We went through all the admission stuff with her Medicare A & B. Finally got her into a room at just before 10 pm and put in more time for medical information and permissions. I was to bring our Medical PoA docs. I get home at not quite 11 pm. And have to get up at 4 am to be at work before 6 am.
Then, they let me know that they might prep her as soon as noon. And I had forgot the PoA docs. So, raced home 56.5 miles in DFW traffic. Then back to the hospital. She was still in her room. She went into surgery a little after 1 pm. It was 4 hours and she needed a few units of blood.
Her last meal was Monday around 12:30 of a small bowl of green beans and some ground turkey. So, she gets back to her room after recovery and it is almost 8 pm and they do not have a dietary order in and the kitchen closed an hour previous.
I went down to the cafeteria and found a cesar chicken wrap and fed that to her.
Wednesday and Thursday, she was completely out of it. Even now, alert and awake, she is so weak and her hand is swollen from IVs, she has to be fed by hand.
She got back into the skilled nursing facility Friday afternoon. I was here because this facility, better than most, still could not manage to get her a meal on the meal cart. So, we had to get one.
This happens every time she has to leave the place and come back. But I handled it better this time. Before, I would question in my outside voice if there is a medical reason She is supposed to not eat?
Anyway, happy that she is okay. Downside, more painful therapy and going back to living in a diaper for at least 6 weeks or more.
