Thursday, March 12, 2009

It's called delirium

I'm convinced that Thing2 is suffering from delirium caused by one or more of her medications and possibly her liver disease.

Yesterday morning she threw a wheelchair and something else out of her room. By this afternoon she was calmer.

They have reduced one of her medications, but they have increased another one. The silly nurses think that it's helping calm her. They don't realize that the agitation comes and goes. She's taken the medicine before and it didn't work then, why would it magically work this time? They don't listen to me -- actually they do listen, but then they do what they will anyway. Why do they feel they must use medicine? Isn't it enough that they keep her safe until we understand what's going on?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Home Sweet Home

The 14th district is where I live. I feel sorry for everyone if we're the most contented. It must be bad all over.

Bay Area ranks high in contentment survey
In a time of downer headlines and depressing recession news, California's 14th Congressional District - home to Silicon Valley - has something to "wahoo!" about: It is a comparative bastion of contentment and well-being, according to a new Gallup Poll.

The region that stretches from Belmont to near Santa Cruz was ranked as the nation's most contented congressional district in the country in Gallup's latest "well-being" study - a detailed poll that ranks dozens of factors in American life, from emotional health and work quality to job satisfaction and typical body mass index.

Thing2 update

Last night they moved Thing2 to a more intensive-care area where there is a lower nurse/patient ratio. It's a good thing too.

When the nurse (C) tried to give her medicine this evening, Thing2 became combative and knocked it out of her hands. C first cared for Thing2 6-years ago and knows her well... and C was stunned by this behavior.

When I arrived, C was anxious to talk with me, and I confirmed that Thing2 has very recently been combative at times. Thing2 is so tiny at this point that its more scary than actually threatening to anyone but her. However, it's so out of character that C and I are very alarmed that this might be a result of her liver disease, or some other medical problem that has been missed.

I'm so very glad that Thing2 is in the hospital right now, but I would be much happier if I felt like we have a grip on what's going on.

I suggested to C that perhaps they should reduce all medicine that she is taking down to the bare bones, leaving only that which cannot be safely withdrawn. That's what Thing2 wants. She doesn't want to take all the meds. I want to follow her wishes, as much as possible, and as long as no one has a better idea.

I've outsmarted me again

In late January and early February when all my tax documents were arriving in the mail I recall feeling very satisfied with myself that I was carefully collecting them and setting myself up for a quick and easy time doing my taxes.

Fast forward approximately one chaos-filled month.

Do you suppose I can find any of my tax documents anywhere?

Nope. Nada. Nothing.

That's what I've found, with the exception of one late-arriving document from the state.

That's absolutely the last time I try to be organized. It always comes back to bite me.

Monday, March 9, 2009

What is your favorite love song?

All morning I've had this song stuck in my head.

I think it may be one of my favorite love songs of all time because it captures the essence of love for me -- wanting the best for someone else, and all the wishes and longing that come with love.