The squished feeling continued this week.
I visited mom last Sunday and reviewed medicines with her. She is just plain taking too much! I've suspected for awhile that her shakiness - which I am worried could be Parkinsons - might actually be caused by all the medicines she's on. She agreed that we needed to find out if some of the meds could be interfering with others. I spoke with a couple nurses I know and then made an appointment for us to meet with the doctor on Thursday. I don't think he was very happy with me - I was asking tough questions. But he agreed that she could drop several of the meds, he ordered bloodwork, and we scheduled a follow-up appointment in one week.
Friday, daughter was racing so we were at the track. About 9 PM, my brother called to say he was taking mom to the hospital for fluids - her creatinine was 2.6 when normal is less than 1. My brother has stage 4 kidney disease so he knows about creatinine. He told me the doctor had called earlier Friday afternoon to have mom drop two more meds, and to let her know if she felt she needed fluids, to come in. This doesn't quite make sense to me - I couldn't get a straight answer out of my brother that made sense. If the doctor knew the creatinine was high, did he WANT her to come in for fluids? Or was he not that concerned? I'm confused. Anyway, they admitted mom to the hospital. We didn't go by since it was late when we were headed home from the track.
I called her Saturday morning and she said she felt worse than she ever had, and she was upset that they wouldn't give her any meds. They basically were detoxing her, which she probably needed. My brother was finally allowed to go back to work after being off because of his back, so he went to work Saturday afternoon - only to return an hour later. Because he missed scheduled shifts - even though he had a doctors note - they suspended him for three more days! I don't get that. And knowing he was not at work just stressed mom out even more than she already was. She wanted meds and they would not give them to her, which told me she was or is somewhat addicted to those meds!
I spent way more time talking to my brother than I had intended. I'm not babying him, but I believe he needs someone to encourage him rather than put him down, to motivate him. Not that I'm not frustrated - I am extremely frustrated! But I feel like I have to do what I can to help mom and dad.
Today mom got to go home. When I called her this evening, she told me the doctor put her back on several of the meds. My question for most of them is why? Why does she need them? The shakiness I've been worried about was gone. GONE. Her face didn't look puffy, it looked relaxed and her color was good. All those things have been lacking for months. I plan to ask questions Wednesday when we have her follow-up appointment. Don't put her right back where she was!!!
And on top of that, mom told me my brother's car is having problems. I told her she can't be helping him with that, and she didn't answer - rather she tried to change the subject. I am convinced she helped him anyway, after she insisted she couldn't keep doing it. I am beyond mad that mom and dad complain about my brother and how he's taking advantage of them, and they want him gone, and yet the continue to enable him. It's hard to feel sorry for them when they want someone else to do all their dirty work and they won't take a stand. I'm going to have to work on that, both for them and for myself. I pray that God will guide me because I know I'm going to upset them when I speak honestly to them about things.
On a good note, today my hubby and I celebrated our 23rd anniversary. We had a nice, relaxing day walking trails at a local park - something I desperately needed. He even got me a dozen beautiful roses. I'm so lucky to have him!
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