A sense of humor . . . yep . . . that should be in all of our toolkits! Without it, I would have totally lost my mind before now. Things like refusing to leave a partner's/spouse's hospital bedside at night, trying to sleep on the floor because one of those stupid recliners that tend never to recline . . . then, magically, are rolled into the room because someone finally "gets it". Or, perhaps watching the person you love turn 50 shades of gray while having chemo drugs trickle into their IV, or watching them start shaking uncontrollably because that "drip" is running too fast until you find the courage to "dare" ask them to check on the dose . . . . while they're looking at you like you have 3 heads or something . . . . Or . . . . Or . . . . . we probably have a ton of those same stories. One friend of mine, too, once told me that he was trying, desperately, to help his father up a flight of stairs (a larger man than he), when his father suddenly started slipping backwards, knocking him to the bottom of the staircase, landing squarely on top of him . . . all amusing images now, of course, but tragic at the time we've lived through them.
Hey . . . have any of you ever heard of a National Organization for us caregivers? One that has conventions with speakers, lectures, etc., maybe once a year or so? Wouldn't that be of interest to most of us? I, personally, would find that helpful. I think we all have plenty of tips and suggestions and stories to offer each other that could offer us all more support. What do you think?
@suppiskey2surv ohh the memories 😂🤣. I told the hospital staff after that my brothers last surgery that being ambulatory at the time was a flight risk, especially at night. ( He was just starting his sundowning at the time) but they said no, look he’s fine. I reply/ it’s not dark yet. I stayed on one of those bloody recliners the first night. The 2nd night I decided to leave it up to them. I walk in the next morning to 1: bed pushed up against the far wall, with additional rails ( they do have those things) 2: a bed alarm, well duh, 3: a full time attendant sitting in alcove by the door working on their laptop. 😆 the watcher (there’s a name for that but I have forgotten) was soooooo glad to see me. I went home every night after that, and he had a watcher for 2 more nights. But wait, there’s more-then they tried to discharge him home before he had physically eaten anything. Sorry but no that’s not happening , I know what the requirements are for discharge post abdominal surgery are, and you have not charted 2 of them. I want proof that we won’t be back in the ER by evening. He was there 36 hours more, and that was the last half way decent sleep I had till 4 months later when he passed.