Not the best of Easter Weekends
Mar. 28th, 2005 03:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalAny Saturday that starts with Mom calling to you know she's going into the hospital (and could I please call so-and-so at the church to let her know she won't be helping with the Easter Egg hunt prep) isn't going to end well. On the phone Mom was obviously having another panic attack, and she said my sister was going to take her to the hospital to get her meds checked again. She expected to be home in the afternoon.
Tracy had to work, so I took Thomas by myself to the easter egg hunt, where frankly he was a little bear. It was a new place, with lots of noise, so he simple could not sit still to pay attention to the videos or the juggler, acting more like he was two than close to four. It was better during the egg hunt, when he could run around like a little loon, and was willing to stop briefly to grab the eggs I pointed out to him and put them in the basket. He was always willing to sit still for snack, since that was a familiar activity, so in the end the whole hunt was a plus than a minus.
Then I motored over to Jim's place, in the hopes of seeing Jon and Kate, who were over from Australia promoting "The Prisoner's Delimma" (link: http://www.theunmutual.co.uk/reviewsprisdil.htm), and watching "Rose" again. I was hoping Tom would conk out for his nap while at Jim's, but he slept for fifteen minutes in the car, and was up and running about getting into Jim's pre-Japan Trip mess, so I couldn't stay for more than a 1/2 hour. Very frustrating, especially since Jon & Kate were there only for the day, and if I'm lucky I get to see them only twice a year.
Tom doesn't nap the rest of the afternoon, and by the time Tracy gets home I'm frazzled, but at least she can watch him while I check on my mom at the hospital. My b-in-law called to confusingly tell me the sunday easter dinner I wasn't invited to may or may not be cancelled, since now Mom was going to be held overnight at the hosptital. But at least I knew where she was, so I went over to visit her. Turns out she was admitted to the Mental Health wing of the hospital, which I didn't know, and they had been "processing" her since EIGHT in the bloody morning, and now it was SEVEN in the evening, and they weren't done yet. You will imagine a little old woman of 74, dressed in blue paper hospital scrubs three sizes too big for her, with just a blanket for warmth, having not had ANY of her various medications all day, and the nursing staff (including the streotypical Lady from Brooklyn) trying to crack jokes with to cheer her up. NEWS FLASH fucker, she's in the fucking hosptial because she can't cheer up, now get off your asses and finish her goddammed paperwork!!!! My mother was in tears, panicing about having to spend the night in the crazy ward, and I was panicing about getting the full story about the nurse at her doctor's office who got this mess going i nthe first place by screwing up her Xanax perscription, underdosing my Mom to the point where she woke up in the middle of the night and was so horribly miserable that she almost downed a bottle of sleeping pills, until she got a hold herself and thought of her children and grandchildren, and called her doctor's emergency line.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On the plus side, Maxx finally came home from the kitty hospital that day. (Maniacal laugh)
Sunday was better by about two hundred percent. I was still exausted, but at least I was able to do some housework, and see my mom in the afternoon. They'd given her something new, different from her Xanax, and it seemed to work wonders. She looked almost back to her old self, before this whole perscription mess (which had really been going on for over two months) got started. Hopefully today the doctors will be able to give her a proper examination and let her out of there.
But I think I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
Tracy had to work, so I took Thomas by myself to the easter egg hunt, where frankly he was a little bear. It was a new place, with lots of noise, so he simple could not sit still to pay attention to the videos or the juggler, acting more like he was two than close to four. It was better during the egg hunt, when he could run around like a little loon, and was willing to stop briefly to grab the eggs I pointed out to him and put them in the basket. He was always willing to sit still for snack, since that was a familiar activity, so in the end the whole hunt was a plus than a minus.
Then I motored over to Jim's place, in the hopes of seeing Jon and Kate, who were over from Australia promoting "The Prisoner's Delimma" (link: http://www.theunmutual.co.uk/reviewsprisdil.htm), and watching "Rose" again. I was hoping Tom would conk out for his nap while at Jim's, but he slept for fifteen minutes in the car, and was up and running about getting into Jim's pre-Japan Trip mess, so I couldn't stay for more than a 1/2 hour. Very frustrating, especially since Jon & Kate were there only for the day, and if I'm lucky I get to see them only twice a year.
Tom doesn't nap the rest of the afternoon, and by the time Tracy gets home I'm frazzled, but at least she can watch him while I check on my mom at the hospital. My b-in-law called to confusingly tell me the sunday easter dinner I wasn't invited to may or may not be cancelled, since now Mom was going to be held overnight at the hosptital. But at least I knew where she was, so I went over to visit her. Turns out she was admitted to the Mental Health wing of the hospital, which I didn't know, and they had been "processing" her since EIGHT in the bloody morning, and now it was SEVEN in the evening, and they weren't done yet. You will imagine a little old woman of 74, dressed in blue paper hospital scrubs three sizes too big for her, with just a blanket for warmth, having not had ANY of her various medications all day, and the nursing staff (including the streotypical Lady from Brooklyn) trying to crack jokes with to cheer her up. NEWS FLASH fucker, she's in the fucking hosptial because she can't cheer up, now get off your asses and finish her goddammed paperwork!!!! My mother was in tears, panicing about having to spend the night in the crazy ward, and I was panicing about getting the full story about the nurse at her doctor's office who got this mess going i nthe first place by screwing up her Xanax perscription, underdosing my Mom to the point where she woke up in the middle of the night and was so horribly miserable that she almost downed a bottle of sleeping pills, until she got a hold herself and thought of her children and grandchildren, and called her doctor's emergency line.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On the plus side, Maxx finally came home from the kitty hospital that day. (Maniacal laugh)
Sunday was better by about two hundred percent. I was still exausted, but at least I was able to do some housework, and see my mom in the afternoon. They'd given her something new, different from her Xanax, and it seemed to work wonders. She looked almost back to her old self, before this whole perscription mess (which had really been going on for over two months) got started. Hopefully today the doctors will be able to give her a proper examination and let her out of there.
But I think I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:59 pm (UTC)Glad to hear your mom is doing better. You should, however, probably take a day to de-stress yourself afore you go splodey.
Hugs your way, dude.
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Date: 2005-03-28 05:23 pm (UTC)My sympathies totally on the hospital situation. It is amazing how long it can take for the paperwork to be done. I have had to give Alec oxycodone from his home prescription at times when he's been hospitalized and IN PAIN, but nothing can be ordered because the paperwork isn't "in the system" yet. Mostly, the system does work, but boy is it frustrating when it doesn't. And so much worse for your mom who was panicking. Prayers for her and for y'all to get frazzled nerves under control!
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Date: 2005-03-28 05:31 pm (UTC)Thanks for the sympathy, though.
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Date: 2005-03-28 05:33 pm (UTC)