The past week, or why my autobiography will be entitled.

Midlodemocrat

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Tue Oct-14-08 03:06 PM
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The past week, or why my autobiography will be entitled.

If the Pet Infirmary can put Dogs to Sleep, why can't they put me?

Mr. is doing much, much better. The cocktail for the MRSA did the trick and he is feeling much better. We got home about 10 minutes ago.

The hospital is great, but incredibly overcrowded and woefully understaffed. In my next life, I will be a private duty nurse, because I basically took full charge of him and the roommate, (more on the roommate later :eyes: )

Across the hall from Mr. was a woman who we shall kindly refer to as 'The Growler'. Growled like a fucking bear when she was in need of pain meds. As soon as she started one of the nurses would be literally running up the hall to get her IV hooked up so that she would STFU.

Another woman was a screamer. All day. All night. Wasn't too bad when her door and Mr.'s were shut, but it was horrific. Elderly woman who had severe dementia and unlike some was combative and not at all pleasantly demented.

It got so bad the first night that I lied to the nurses and told them that the Superior Court of Virginia had okayed euthanasia and if they would like, I would go ahead and do the honors. (no, I didn't, really)

The roommate:

Where to begin. 58yo guy, absolutely lifelong acoholic who lived in an extremely run down trailer in an extremely run down park. No family to speak of. Paranoid doesn't begin to describe it. When they brought him in, he was in an alcohol induced stupor and had sliced open his belly. The ER apparently disposed of his jeans and in that pocket was $10 which he never stopped talking about.

I finally slipped ten bucks under his backpack to get him to STFU.

He also had terrible trouble controlling his bowels, again, because of the alcohol consumption. I know more about that man's habits than I do my own. He felt as though he needed to share with us every single aspect of this particular body function.

He was going to be placed in an assisted living facility, because he simply couldn't care for himself. Because of the alcohol, he had no short term memory at all, so I was running interference with the social worker for him because every time she came in to see him, he left out a detail that he had shared with us. Mr. Midlo has forgotten more than most people know about CMS and the managed care system and was working with this guy to help calm him about his fears about what was going to happen to him.

He shared a lot. A whole lot. Including his backside since he didn't have any underwear. I finally got him a pair of sweats, because that was one rear end I didn't want to have to glance at even once more.

He also shared with us all the ins and outs of Nascar, Wrestling and the Bold and the Beautiful. Apparently, my life needs to be enriched as I have never watched any of those. It's quite sad, actually.

Yesterday, my husband hadn't slept well the night before and was wanting to get a bit of sleep. When we asked roomie if we could turn off the infomercials that he was watching for a bit, he said sure, but the complained to the nurses :rofl: The good news is that a room opened up and the staff felt that roomie was talking Mr. to death, (what about me, I wanted to ask?) and Mr. ended up in a private room. Bad news it was next to the growler.

I can't thank all of you enough for your kind words and good thoughts. Means the world to us.

Love, M