The past 11 days have just been horrible. I feel like we’re headed down the same road we went with Dad just a few months ago.
The surgery went as well as it could have. She made it through, it wasn’t as complex as they were afraid it might be. They just had to wire the bone together.
But we’re almost a week past the surgery now and she’s still out of it. She keeps talking about her mother needing to go to the hospital and her mother has been dead for forty years. It wouldn’t bother me so much, but Dad did the same thing in his last days. Calling for and talking to people that were long dead. It may not be the same thing, but it sure feels like it and it’s frightening.
They put in a feeding tube and iv fluids yesterday afternoon. We all agreed that she couldn’t go without nutrition much longer. She’s barely eaten since they brought her in. This morning they took both out again. She had fluid in her lungs and was seriously short of oxygen.
I feel like they’re trying to make milimeter adjustments with a sledgehammer. It’s going to cause more problems than it solves. She hasn’t been eating or drinking much for months. I’ve wondered if it wasn’t partly a sort of automatic response to her heart failure. She doesn’t drink a lot because it makes her feel crummy. She doesn’t overload her system with water that her heart isn’t strong enough to pump around.
It’s just gotten so I don’t know if there’s much else that they can do. I’ve been at the hospital every day but one since she fell. I can’t keep it up forever, it’s wearing me down. And I kind of felt like a nub before this started.