Tonight's picture was taken in March of 2009. This full body scan was taken at the hospital and it shows all of Mattie's prosthetic parts. I always joked with Mattie that he was the bionic man. He thought that notion was hysterical. I tried to make Mattie understand that having these prosthetic bones made him unique and that his bones would be stronger than anyone else's! The wire you see on the left hand side of the film was an IV with contrast, which was sent through Mattie catheter (connected directly to the large vein that led to Mattie's heart), to create these images.
Quote of the day: The good physician treats the disease; the great physician treats the patient who has the disease. ~ Sir William Osler
This morning, I woke up, not in a great mood. I was juggling a lot as always, and had to get my dad up, dressed, fed and out the door to a doctor's appointment. Given that my mom is still not feeling well, I literally couldn't wait for her to get it moving to take her along to this appointment. So I left her at home. But before I left, she wanted to know where her new antibiotics script was! That sent me right over the deep end and I started screaming.
Last night, I reached out to my mom's pulmonologist and I told her she isn't improving. Given her long standing lung condition, he decided at 10:30pm to put her on a strong antibiotic. Which meant that some time today I had to pick up the new script. How my mom thought I could have gotten up, got myself ready, the first floor cleaned up, breakfast made, my dad up, showered, dressed, the bed made, and laundry started, and also had time to go to CVS to pick up this script is beyond my comprehension.
Of course in the moment, I can't always think rationally and calmly. Now looking back at this, I laugh. How I thought my mom could step outside of herself for one minute to rationally think about this is funny. Both of my parents are very myopic. Their needs are the priority ALL THE TIME. There is no room for anything else. I know this, and yet there are times this dysfunction gets the best of me. Like this morning!
After my tirade, I had to get my dad in the car and drive him to the hospital. It is about a 30 minute drive. My dad sees a rehab doctor every 6 months. This is the doctor we met last March, when my dad was admitted to the hospital for a pacemaker placement. It is thanks to this doctor that my dad was spared going to a nursing home for rehab. Thankfully he was admitted to the hospital's intensive rehab program for a week, where he did therapy three times a day, and this got him back into shape in order to be able to live at home under my care.
While being examined today, the doctor did not like the sound of my dad's cough. Ten days of this cough and congestion and even antibiotics aren't helping. It was suggested that my dad see my mom's pulmonologist. So yet another think for Vicki to work on and figure out.
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