It’s too bad when you’ve made several new acquaintances and the first name of each one is “Doctor”.
Since March my husband and I have taken turns using up our Medicare allowances. Fortunately, we’ve staggered our infirmities: when one is needy, the other has been able to be the caregiver. Our children fill in wherever and whenever they can, and their taxi service is a particularly huge help . Driving independence is a privilege we took for granted, and for five weeks now we’ve been on “house arrest”; no driving for Richard until mid-August. I haven’t been behind the wheel in two years, and it would be pretty scary to see me on the road.
The Good News is that our medical teams have been super with each of us, and especially with Richard’s five hospital incarcerations since April. For someone who has only been hospitalized once as a teenager and to set an arm bone, he’s done well for a 79 year old geezer. However, seeing my husband connected to all manner of beeping machines showing erratic graphs and fluctuating numbers was intimidating even to this RN, retired for only four years, but definitely out of the loop. Richard’s nurses efficiently navigated around the galaxy of technical systems and IV pumps, explaining everything to both of us and respecting our Senior Citizen status. We needed their reassuring smiles, too.
I’m happy to report to my readers that Richard is home and on the mend, minding his P’s & Q’s as he was instructed. The medical system has advanced to a tela-monitoring device, placed here at home, that daily records and reports his morning vital signs to an agency nurse. He does the vitals and sends them through the system. If there are any abnormalities the nurse calls him and then directs any changes per the MD. It’s like having a doctor or nurse right in the house!
So I just wanted to explain where I’ve been since my last nursing post, and to thank folks who knew about our dilemmas and called or sent cards. We’re making progress!