Thank each and every one of you for the kind words of support and encouragement..they have kept me going these last days.
My Mom stayed at the hospital in the orthopedic unit from Mon. night until Fri. afternoon..at that time I had her transported to our local hospital/nursing home which has a rehab floor.
We are back at ground zero in that she is very confused and disoriented. I am sure the fact that she had anesthesia and morphine have not been helpful in this situation. She will begin therapy on Mon. but meanwhile it's all about keeping her comfortable and assured she is going to be able to return to her normal lifestyle..I'm trying to be the lead cheerleader and I have doubts that this will happen..but I am trying to remain positive. She has frequent lapses of not being aware that she has changed hospitals which quickly change to thinking she is home..in addition to some 'out of body sensations'..which I feel are morphine related. Last night was very T.O.U.G.H...I have been going on next to no rest or sleep and not been in a bed since Sunday night..and then Mom looks at me and said..'why did you put me in the crazy house?' I am not crazy...well, this broke my heart...I nearly picked her up and carried her home and made the attempt to care for her...which when I think sanely..I know this is impossible..but we did have a very good cry with me assuring her that she was not crazy...she was not in a crazy house..and that we were going home..In her state of mind it was very difficult to try to convince her that everyone on this floor has some sort of injury requiring therapy...and I'm afraid I was not successful, because again this morning..she asked if she could go home today. I was able to leave today and come home..and lay in my bed while a cousin sat with her...sadly I could not sleep for worry..I think I may have slept an hour and I was up on the phone checking on her..It was so hard to leave her because I felt so guilty when I looked at her and explained how every tired I was and I was going home to rest for a bit...she welled up and cried. I can only imagine the thoughts going through her mind that I was bailing out on her..
It will be a very long road to recovery even if it goes perfect. The surgeon said 2-3 months and that is IF she doesn't have to have additional surgery and have a plate put in..which all depends on how well the soft tissue heals.
The highlight today was that my Mother in Law..who bless her soul is a good woman..but she tends to have this 'know it all' attitude'..informed me that I was going to have to get my mother off of this pain medication...I merely lifted the sheet and said LOOK...do you think you would not need pain meds if your leg looked like this..I won this battle as I saw her knees get weak and she turned her head..Yes God..thank you...Dianne 1...Joyce 0.
Please continue to keep my Mom in your thoughts..she's a very important part of my knitting world and she hears me speak of my knitting friends...so she will feel your warm vibes.
When this is over and Mom is home..I will take time to pencil in a nervous breakdown..until then..MS.K...could I borrow one of your uniforms?..
Happy Knitting to all...