Tuesday, August 20, 2013
More squeaky wheel. I got a call around lunch that my hubby Ron's fever had spiked back to 101.9. I left work fairly quickly and went right to the Rehab. I pretty much stormed down the hall, with my bag of papers and an attitude.
I demanded wash cloths to do cool compresses. Did that for about an hour, his temp went down to about 99. I spoke to nurses before that, and supervisor about Ron's Pan-hypopituitism and Addison's disease, and what happens with a crisis, how he needs cortisone, and if he is not responding to antibiotic, how he could go into Addison's crisis. They finally got the results of tests, showing urinary infection. I asked whether they put dehydrated patients on IV. IV ordered, new antibiotics ordered. Chest x-ray ok. Then I grabbed Ron's bible and read all of Philippians to him. He came around after that, and even ate half of his butterscotch pudding at supper. Then he started making his own demands. (Yay Ron!) He was having a field day with the nurse button tonight. I only just got home and had supper. He called the nurses in, requested bed change, clean johnny, and oh yeah, he wanted to get out of bed and sit in the wheel chair a while, and needed pain meds. Oh yes, honey. Good to see him doing that. I left when they were putting him back to bed, giving him new iv fluids, and antibiotic. Now. I. Am. Totally. Exhausted. . . Keep the prayers coming! Thanks.
Oh, this is my 2nd day in a row of being a squeaky wheel. Quite exhausting.
And I walked 4.5 miles today alone.