Percocet – 2 tabs every 2 hours
Dilaudid – 2 mg every 3 hours
Morphine any time if she needs it
Also my cat, Chip is really really sick. So he was suppose to have another dr. appt this morning.
Ok… so how was my day??
My alarm went off at 9 am (considering I had an extremely long and exhausting day before this felt like the crack of dawn). I hit snooze and then realized that I couldn’t move. Not because I didn’t want to or because I was tired, it was because I was so freakin exhausted I literally couldn’t lift my freakin’ head off of the pillow. I finally drug my exhausted fat ass outta bed and proceeded to feed the kids (Chip & Tee-Tee), get myself cleaned up, and return a few phone calls. So my dog, Tee-Tee is diabetic and wouldn’t you know she decided that today she is going to go on strike and not eat what I give her for her breakfast. Geesh??!! Really?? Can’t you just help me out a little here? I would really appreciate it. So then I go outside to get Chip’s carrier out of the shed and just put it on the porch. That
Still Tee-Tee is on strike from eating. Now just like humans if she goes too long without eating, her sugar can also drop too low and she could go into sugar coma. Great!! That would just be perfect fucking timing. Ya know? I sit down to take a breather, because from being on the floor I am outta breath. Tee-Tee is sitting at the front door like she has to go outside, so I go over there and open the door for her and she runs away and hides in mom’s room. Ok…hello? What was that for? Can anyone please tell me? I didn’t yell, or get physical or violent, so why the hell was she hiding? (Big heavy sigh)
I call and check on mom, because by now it is noon and I still haven’t seen mom yet. This is very upsetting to me. Her nurse comes on the phone and tells me she is “fine.” What? I explain to her that I was there with her yesterday/night. Unless something major has changed I can’t imagine her just being “fine”. I mean if so great, but if that was the case, mom would have called me. So I finally get it out of her that her pain management has been changed to the schedule I mentioned earlier. I was like ok… glad to hear it. So I knew she had to be feeling a bit better but I knew she wasn’t “fine”. UGH!
I figure I will eat something before I go and see mom. Tee-Tee still refuses to eat. I finally end up giving in since it has been so long now and give the
And then I slump against a wall to the floor and realize that this is just the beginning of my day. I am looking for the white flag. I am ready to throw in the towel, wave the white flag, do whatever I need to do, to make it all stop.
Then I drifted off for a moment and thought…how in God’s name did I use to do this? When mom was in the hospital before, I took care of both