Charles Gifford said:
Sounds like Crash needs some marijuana to ease the nausea. You both
are in
Quoted message said:my prayers.
Um, well ... the doctor prescribed an anti-nausea medication this
morning after all else failed. 🙂
Crash still can't/won't eat, and he set fire to his pants for the
fourth time tonight. I was sitting next to him and noticed the smell
of burning sweatpants. We have quit-smoking patches, but he won't quit
until after his surgery. In the meantime, if he's not in bed, I have
to be right there with him, just in case.
The pain meds have him in an almost Alzheimer's state. I can't begin
to describe the disorientation he's suffering. I wasn't expecting it,
but I'm suffering a lot more than I ever thought I would, too. It
breaks my heart that he's not sure where he is or what's even wrong
with him. He's oblivious for the most part, so he's doing better than
I am in that respect.
I'm drilling him on what's wrong and what will be done when he has the
surgery. The doctor won't do it unless he knows that there's informed
consent. Why didn't we fill out the legal papers a long time ago?
Right now, I should be making this decision for him. But instead, I
have to get through the haze and make sure he can tell the doctor
what's going on and that he understands.
As soon as I feel fairly confident that he understands on a consistent
basis, I'm going to push to have the surgery moved up. This just can't
go on. There's already more than a month between now and the surgery.
I only read this one post. I'm so far behind, I'll never catch up.
I'm just on a quick break now, and am hoping he's not on fire in the
next room.
This is a working e-mail address, but I can't make any promises about
responding if you write. Thank you to everyone for your thoughts,
prayers, and encouragement. Keep 'em coming. 🙂
Love you all,
Carol (if I ever get Alzheimer's, someone shoot me)