Day Seventeen Tuesday Burrito

 

Day Seventeen Tuesday Burrito 

Today I was headed to Statesville to go to my “PCP” and get a little Ativan to try to help me with freaking out about Moma. Usually on the road to and from Statesville you can get a good unobstructed view of the sky and makes a nice picture.  I decided to go to Starbucks and set up for a little bit before my appointment. Its amazing how much you get done when you're not at work but in an environment you can focus. I headed to see Kristen and she was didn’t even really have to do much but lay eyes on me. I decided to have it sent to Publix across the street so I could go get it right away. Sill me they're busy AF and said it would be an hour. So I walked down the strip and got a hair cut because my co worker Cindy said I looked like I haven't been taking care of myself and just let myself go, which wasn’t a lie. After getting skipped over a few times I finally got my haircut. I didn’t even get mad cause what the hell was I going to do in the mean time? I headed back to the pharmacy and when I walked up to the counter her eyes got big, I was like this bitch done forgot, its ok though whatever they were busy. So she ask my name and hustles to see what it was I see her trying to find the pills with an L on it she's at Lisinopril and I'm like oh my hell out of all this I need the right pill please its lorazepam I need the damn nerve pill now more than ever because I’m tore up she about to mess with my blood pressure. Eventually I'm headed to Hickory to drop off some stuff I swiped from Statesville. I also checked a few more ques and emails, but luckily, I had made a huge dent in them during my productive time this morning. I decided to head to the hospital to see Moma. I swung by Krispy Kreme to get Lauren and the others some doughnuts. I get to the hospital and Lauren gives me the run down no major changes but was still on 100%fio2. I'm hanging out in the room and all of the sudden Moma’s pulse skyrockets. I'm trying to talk to her any method I have to calm her down. Lauren comes in and tries to suction her causing her to vagal down. She also pushed some more meds but nothing was working and she was staying at roughly 160+ beats a minute. I text Ricardo and asked him to come. When he got there he said put Ice on her. No I remember in school them talking about the mammalian diving reflex with cold water and blowing on the thumb or hunkering down to poop would help lower pulse but I didn’t think about ice. Obviously, my cold rag wasn’t going to cut it. Ricardo stood there with the ice on her neck and eyes and was talking to her and it started to come down. I was asking Lauren to try to get an order for something that would hopefully last longer because I felt like the ice would be a band aide. I was trying to keep Ivy up to date throughout this little fiasco, I didn’t mean to stress her out but it did. Finally the pulse came down and stayed down! Lauren was also able to tweak her oxygen down a little bit and she was stable. Lauren said we were going to turn her. I was game to help this time. There was three nurses, and RT and myself in here. They once again were shocked I was willing to help. I was happy to help. I feel like it helps me deal with what we are going through and acknowledge it is real. We padded her up and put her hospital pasties on and got her ready to flip. Now this was the first time I had done this so I didn’t have the whole image in my head yet. Then I saw it they literally laid everything on top of her that was going to be wat she was laying on then rolled each side up like a burrito. On one swift pull we pulled her toward me then flipped her over like a little pancake. That was pretty impressive. Once again I saw her hind end but it was ok. I made light of the situation and talked about how I had tripped on the cord that was in her bootyhole the other day and was tore up thinking I had ripped it out. So weird they have a wire in her butthole all the time but it tells them her rectal temp without having to roll her and shove it up there all the time. Once she was on her stomach for “tummy time” she started to improve her oxygenation and was doing fairly well. I felt good with where she was so I headed home. As I was walking out, I noticed another beautiful sunset. Who would have thought you could see such a nice sunset at the hospital? I started my day with a nice sunrise and ended my day with a nice sunset.