I don't know the plotline, but I was inspired yesterday at Mom's nursing home to write a new non-fiction book. It will involve old people, zombies, and Pepsi. Oh, and a fight over a TV remote. Annnddd...the lady in the bed next to my mom repeatedly chanting, in a whisper: "Stick it in! Stick it in! Stick it in!" I'm convinced she wants to kill me. … [Read more...]
Archives for May 2015
“Desat”
Desat is a word I need to get used to hearing, apparently. My mom's oxygen level got to around 88 percent last night. The staff tried giving her oxygen. She, of course, wouldn't take it. A conference between the hospital nursing staff and hospice this morning agreed that she isn't in imminent danger. But they've ordered oxygen anyway, just to be safe. Not sure what this … [Read more...]
Hospice
Today sucked. I put my mom in hospice care. I had only heard of hospice in passing before my mom and I started on this journey. It's her journey - I just feel like I'm riding along with her, mostly unwilling but fully aware of what's going on before me. Hospice connotes very negative things, chief among them is imminent death. Because that's what it is - when a doctor has … [Read more...]