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Day Sixteen Monday Pulling Defib Pads Off Moma

 



Day Sixteen Monday Pulling Defib Pads Off Moma 

Today makes two weeks we have been on the vent. What an absolutely vicious roller coaster ride. This morning we found out Adrian was her nurse. This is the one that was playing solitaire the other night and has poor communication skills. I had got to the clinic and felt like calling which I don’t normally do, I let Ivy call. I was in hopes to get a little insight on how she was holding up. I told him who I was and asked how she was doing. He responded “she's about the same, but I'm supposed to ask for the code.” I told him the HIPAA code and he sits there in silence. He then said are you still there. I was like yea I was just waiting on you to tell me more. He was like oh that’s it, what the hell Adrian?? I call Ivy and apparently, she had called and he said the same thing. Odd that the Nurse Practitioner called about 45 min later and was giving me a run down on Moma. Apparently, she had a cardiac episode this morning with her pulse running up to 160 or higher. They hung some medicine for arrythmia. She talked about other little various things. All I could think was damnit Adrian. Not much longer I had decided to go to the hospital since I wanted to lay eyes on her myself. I get there and her hair is a hot mess as always. I tried to fix her up and clean her room some. There were two nurses in the unit with five patients. As I sat with Moma I noticed some “funky little beats” on her monitor. I go out to see if I can see the nurse and I hear alarms blaring and they're both in rooms. This has me tore the hell up. There are not enough nurses here for this critical level and number of patients. I was beside myself, all I could think is if one of these patients' code and they're in another room, they will never know and there they go. A little time later after Adrian seeing me stand outside while he was in another room he comes out. I asked if we could get another EKG done since my understanding was she hadn't had one since early this morning. He said well I will have to ask the provider. I said I think that’s a wonderful idea and I look forward to seeing them in here shortly. Thankfully that abrasiveness paid off maybe 20-30 minutes later the ekg tech came in and did her EKG thankfully it didn’t look horrible, and I took a picture and sent it to Ivy and Ricardo. Adrian walks in and has a few pads and a gown and said he was going to give her a bath. Once again only one other nurse on the floor. The other nurse came in like she was going to help, I was like hey Ill help, yall don’t have enough staff and I don’t mind. They were both shocked and super appreciative. So here we go the day I wiped my Moma’s hind end. So we start getting the stuff ready to change her. Thankfully she had padding on her nipps I called them her hospital pasties. She had a ton of bruises and marks across her poor body. As he pulled down her gown I saw the defibrillator pads on her chest. This got me choked up. I just flashed back to thinking about what she had went through that morning with the rapid heart rate and that it was at the point they felt like she may have coded. We clean her up, I see her booty hole. We get her situated. After we finished I told her she had no choice but to get better, I wiped her butt and Ricardo picked a booger we were dedicated to her recovery, and she needed to be too. Eventually I got her settled and had once again cleaned up her room. I headed on to the house.  

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