Wednesday, May 20, 2026Tonight's picture was taken in May of 2009. Next to Mattie was Sally, the storybook lady! Sally was a volunteer who came to the pediatric units monthly. No matter how Mattie was feeling..... he always wanted to see Sally! Trust me that was high praise, because for the most part, Mattie wanted nothing to do with hospital volunteers. But Sally was engaging, talented, bright, and connected beautifully with Mattie. Sally would come and tell a story, but not in a simple way! She would come in costume, she had props, and she always had items for children to grab and take part in acting out the story's plot. Mattie LOVED it, and even though Mattie did not feel well enough that day to go to the hospital playroom, Sally came to him!
Quote of the day: Everyone has inside them a piece of good news. The good news is you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is. ~ Anne Frank
This morning was my dad's first day back at his memory care center, after his hospitalization. As soon as I walked into my parent's bedroom to wake my dad up and get him showered and dressed, the smell hit me. I could tell he had a bowel movement in bed. But today's sight was like a crime scene. Not unlike when I was dealing with his bout of norovirus in January.
What made today's situation much worse, and I mean BAD, BAD, BAD, was my dad decided while lying in bed to put his hands in poop and then rub it into the heated blanket on their bed. Seriously when I saw him this morning I was about ready to cry and scream at the same time. His hands, fingernails, and fingers were covered in poop! Trying to get him out of bed and clean him up before getting into the shower was a feat.
Of course given this toxic nightmare, I had to strip the bed, rinse everything out by hand, and then do multiple rounds of laundry. No matter what I did, I couldn't get the smell out of the house today. It took multiple clean ups, fans, and finally by 3pm, the smell dissipated. But it was so bad, that my mom got nauseous from the smell and looked depleted all day. The one consistent with my dad, is that each day there will be a challenge. Potentially a new challenge and the question is..... will I be able to deal with it?
After I dropped my dad off at his memory care center, I then called his urologist. My concern is that my dad is on Flomax, which was prescribed to him after his kidney stone surgery. He needs to be on this for two weeks, however, this is the only new med added to his repertoire and therefore my concern is it is causing some of the nasty side effects. Calling the urology office was mind numbing. The triage nurse wanted to speak to my dad! Not me! I told her that my dad wasn't available and even if he was, he could not answer any questions. As I told her that my dad has NO recollection of being in the hospital or having surgery. So she finally understood, but mind you I have medical power of attorney documentation on file at this hospital system.
The nurse then said that I did not supply her with the correct name for myself. I literally started laughing hysterically! I am pretty sure I know who I am! Turns out she doesn't have me in her files as Sardi-Brown, she had my name written down as Brown! I said okay, Sardi-Brown, Brown..... both are me! Though I find it very odd as I always present my legal name in such entities and that is Sardi-Brown. Once I got through the name debacle and the fact that she wasn't going to talk to my dad, I finally was able to have a medical conversation!
Any case, when I reported that my dad's blood pressure is running high, that he has intense back pain, and overwhelming diarrhea, her response was... this is not a urology issue this is a primary care issue. I am sorry.... my dad wouldn't be having these issues if he wasn't faced with urinary sepsis and needed kidney stone surgery last Thursday. So I pushed back at her and I had her leave a message for my dad's doctor. After getting off the phone with her, I contacted my dad's primary care doctor, who understands my dad's sensitivity to medication. So he has agreed we that should try stopping the Flomax for three days and see whether the symptoms improve. If they do, then he will prescribe a similar med, but one he thinks my dad will tolerate better. If stopping the med doesn't improve my dad's symptoms, he wants my dad to do more testing. Seriously I just can't take one more thing.