Day Nine Work/Hospital

Today I decided to work. It was Ricardo’s last full shift and I wanted to get as much done as possible at the clinic so I would feel like I was caught up. I got a lot done today. I also bonded with one of my employees today, her partner had recently been put on a vent and passed away. We talked about how much we have been able to progress with Moma and that I see her everyday. It was a horrible situation for her, her partner's family kept her from seeing her. I told her. His family didn’t live local, so no one went to see him. She thinks he suffered because no one was able to be there with him. As you know and the title of this blog is about being an advocate. Healthcare is in no shape for a patient to experience this alone. As we talked we both shed a tear or two. How awful to not be there. I am so thankful my sister and I along with Ricardo have been able to be there for moma. Ivy said the nurse today wasn’t the best. It sucks when this happens because I don’t want to take a step back because someone is an idiot. Moms bp had dropped a little so the nurse freaked and put her on 5micograms. The most she had been on during all this was 2.5mcgs. Stuff like this could be a set back just because he got scared and wasn’t a seasoned nurse. Good news is Momas FIO2 is at 55% the attending said when she is able to maintain below 50% he will start working on vent settings to make her work a little more and start the progression to get her off. The attending is on till Thursday, he doesn’t believe he will get her off by them but will work on it. THIS IS FABULOUS NEWS. Off to the hospital will follow up later.

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