So the nurse and the hospice social worker were supposed to come at the same time and the social worker showed up and I saw her in the driveway and I went out to talk to her, and the nurse called her to say that she had to divert her plans because someone had passed away and would be late and I accidentally ran my mouth to the social worker (could not stop. I knew what I was doing but I could not stop) and basically told her how I felt about the nurse- in an ever so slightly gentler way.
So when the nurse showed up, she was obviously trying to be pleasant. (Puking) She didn’t even take his blood pressure or look at his feet. She looked kind of halfheartedly at the top part of his bruise on his back and made some small talk with me and left. She’s such a bad nurse but now I’m gonna start to take detailed notes. So I wrote down that she didn’t take his blood pressure or his oxygen or look at his feet and left. I can’t believe what a bad nurse she is.
I would care more if I thought there was anything that she could do to help him. I also called husband’s childhood best friend. They’re two guys that care deeply about each other yet never see or speak to each other (manly) and I let him know what was going on. But he happens to be a doctor. ENT. He was able to talk to me about what’s happening with him and he made me feel much better. Because there is really truly is nothing anyone could do even if I rushed him to the hospital. It’s not about how bad the bruise/swelling/break is it’s about how compromised he already is and how he isn’t strong enough to begin with.
In my mind that doesn’t mean that he wasn’t neglected and that the nursing home/hospice were still negligent in his care and probably broke some law by not reporting what I assume has to be a second fall that happened days before I picked him up. I’m guessing it happened the Friday before and that is why they called me out of the blue to see which exact day I was going to pick him up.
Also, I was talking to a school friend that I don’t talk to all of the time and I was telling her what happened in chronological order when I realized that his bruising took a turn for the worse on the Friday when he ran that weird sudden brief high fever. I have no idea what happened inside of him but no one is going to be able to convince me that the fever and the bruise suddenly having massive swelling and discoloration is not related. If I wasn’t reserving all of my spiritual energy for coping with his day to day needs and condition I’d do a deep dive into research. Maybe I will. The stress is coming back. But this time I know I will be fine once this ordeal is over.
He was awake from about 9PM to midnight yesterday so I was up until 1. I’m kind of tired today because I still woke up at 7. It’s rare for me to sleep late. I’m just a morning person. Tonight I’ll get myself to bed early.
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