Here follows a somewhat indelicate post.
Poop is my life, right now. It’s like having a baby again, in that everything revolves around feedings, potties, and living for those sweet smiles.
Plus, Mom is still sharp and funny and comes up with some great memories, though her short-term memory is spotty.
She seems to be slowly progressing in the battle against C. Diff. She still spends most of the day in bed or stretched out on the couch, but she went through her mail, and that’s good. Either the C. Diff or the antibiotics keeps her fatigued. Both can do it. Both can … er … shall we say “keep you on the run”? So we won’t know until I collect a sample this week (SO much fun) and have it tested whether we’ve beat it or not.
If not, she’s okay with going into a health care facility where they can give her the hard-line stuff. I.V. Vanco, they call it, which sounds like an espionage name. He may meet Steffie some day. Steffie and Vanco vs. Cee Diff and her gang.
The At Home Health folks have been super. They don’t take any work off my shoulders, but they take a lot of the responsibility off. It helps immeasurably, to have a nurse to consult and therapists to encourage Mom to exercise. The aide is showing me how to help Mom shower with as little strain on her as possible.
I continue to improve my practical nursing skills, helped by my grandma Lilly’s heritage. Mom’s mom was a Licensed Practical Nurse. She caught hepatitis from one of her patients and died, but that was back in the day.
I go through a hella lot of disposable gloves and I wish I had stock in the Clorox company. Apparently, cleanliness is not only next to godliness, it’s the only way to keep C. Diff from surviving to reinfect or spread.
Now, ain’t that fun?
Here’s a picture of me, taking care of Mom.
It looks like a screenshot from the Love Nikki Dress Up Queen game, but it’s really a photograph of me. Yeah. Uh-huh.
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a salad I’ve probably posted about before, but it never stops being delicious.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: How did your main character’s grandparents (one or more) pass away? What did your character think/feel at the time? Has that changed?