My day and update on Pop

2 hours of reading and commenting on posts. Time 8.44pm Tuesday night *yawn* tis hard work.
I just wanted to let you know about my day a little and that I am feeling slightly more optomistic about Pop.

The NEPT (non emergency patient transport) picked him up this morning – praise all that is good! They put him on a stretcher,  as apparently if you want the wheelchair transport (you have to supply your own wheelchair) well we don’t have one, so poor dad was laid out and carted away to the ‘facility’ (sounds ominous I know, but it’s a Health Unit which houses elderly and also has specialists and Physiotherapists working there to help the elderly.

His appointment was to last 45 minutes then the NEPT would pick him up after being called by said ‘Facility’ to come and get him, so he finished at 10am and waited like a stale doughnut to be collected at 11.45.

I spoke to him tonight and my first question was.
“So darling what did they tell you”.
“Well you were right they said I have to move more”.
“Hmm that does sound familiar, so Nurse Ginger was correct in telling you to walk to the front door and back as much as you can with your walker”?
“Yes Nurse you were right”.
“I did tell you that if you aren’t moving then your muscles will atrophy and make them like jelly didn’t I”?
“Yes darling you did”.
“And because you aren’t doing that that is why you are struggling so with walking and getting in and out of a chair”.
“Yes, that’s what they told me and I start Physio next week once a week for 10 weeks”.
“Then that is settled, and you will walk tomorrow won’t you Pop and you will do as much as you can, remembering if your body is aching it’s because it isn’t use to the exertion, and if you don’t, you won’t get better and you won’t feel like life is worth living, when in fact it is and I want you around for sooo much longer yet”.
“I shall start tomorrow, Ginger, I will”.
“Good and how is your back”?
“It is feeling better today, probably because you told me to move it more”.
“I think so”, said I smiling over the phone.

So I may be images-9
but this is keeping him motivated.

His trip home was on a stretcher into the ambulance but this time assisted by two young lady paramedics (which I think he enjoyed)

Well done Pop – I am so proud of you. I feel a little more comforted knowing that he will try to keep moving and gain strength.

 

I want to thank everyone for their wonderful and kind support through this time.

To those that suffer pain

For Shaun from http://prayingforoneday.wordpress.com

and for all of those who experience pain as part of their every day life.

Days of darkness silent stares
transfixed on rain
through foggy window
wondering if there

shall be a brighter tomorrow
a time without….the need for pills
a brighter year ahead
less painful than the last

thoughts of why
this happens… what brought
suffering to you, I have no explanation
no words of comfort can be sought

but let me say these words
as a friend to a fellow friend
maintain courage..keep up the fight
you will not break…. but only bend

 gather strength from people everywhere
that …. one day your pain will cease
and there will be another chapter
and in that you will find peace

Making a phone call is not as easy as one would think.

Today I spent another day over with Pop and Mum.
Yesterday I spent almost 7 hours, mowing, weeding their garden and attending to Pop when he needed to get out of the chair. Today I was over there at 9am, sleep is not coming to me and I worry about how mum is coping trying to help him. A neighbour visited who normally mows their lawns (something I have told them that I shall do from now on) yes they protest, they would rather pay someone to do it. They try to pay me, I don’t accept their money, though mum has on more than one occasion slipped $50 into my handbag without me knowing, until I get home. I also broke down into tears telling them I need them to seriously think about going into Care, or buying another smaller place in a Residential facility that has 24/7 help. Pop’s reply we don’t want to buy something else and spend your inheritance…

I also tried to organise a NEPT (Non Emergency Patient Transport) pick up for Pop who has an appointment in the morning to be assessed for a Physio class once a week not far from home. His neighbour has kindly offered to take him, but I suggested that he needed perhaps medical personnel to be on hand in case he fell. Neighbour agreed.

One would think it an easy thing to do, ring the phone number (from the Net) that stated you must have a doctors referral to book…..
Phone call 7.50am to doctors surgery – “Can I get Dr blah blah to phone me back I need a referral please for my father for transport”.
“I shall pass the message on”.
Almost 3 hours later no phone call.
I phone again “I left a message this morning..no one has called me back..I need to get this organised soon if possible”.
“Can you hold”
“Yes”.
Neighbour, mum and dad all looking on at me strumming my fingers on the kitchen table.
Receptionist comes back on the line.
“Sorry we don’t know about the patient transport, we have taxi vouchers”.
Me… “So do my parents, but my father requires medical supervision as he is having trouble walking”.
“Hold”.
I wait.
“No sorry we cannot help, we don’t know about this transport service”.
Me… polite but angry frustration – you ARE a doctors surgery aren’t you?

“Thank you, I shall try and find out more”.
Look up website again and retrieve number of Ambulance Victoria.
“What do I need to book transport, thought it was simply a doctors referral – but his doctor won’t talk to me (not going in to pay him money that is) and isn’t aware of the procedure”.
“You need to get the facility where he has the appointment to book it”.
“Thank you I shall call you back if needed”.
Phoned the ‘facility”.
“No we don’t do that, never heard of it before, can give you a volunteer patient transport number, but they aren’t medically qualified so they will probably say no”.
Can you see my anger by now?
“I’ll get back to you”.
Phoned Ambulance service again, a different person answered.
“Sorry for the run around, but you do need to get your doctor or registered Nurse to make the booking”
Pulling my nails across their kitchen table.
Phoned Doctors surgery again.
“I believe a doctor has to authorise, can I please speak to Dr. Blah Blah”.
“Hang on I’ll see if he is free”.
“Hello Jenny it’s Dr. Blah Blah how can I help?
“I need you to phone Ambulance Victoria to advise that dad needs a patient transport pick up in the morning, he needs to be there by 9.15am”.
“Ok I shall do that for you”.
Gee thanks.
Me “Can you phone me back to confirm that the booking is made please?”
“Yes I shall phone you back”.
30 minutes pass.
Phone call.
“I have organised the pick up, but please for your peace of mind ring and confirm the booking (as I may not have done my job correctly)”.
Yes I haven’t anything else I had to do today.
I phone.
“I believe Dr Blah Blah has authorised the pick up of my father by the NEPT for tomorrow morning and wish to confirm?”
“Yes he has, we are picking him up at 9.15am”
“No his appointment is AT 9.15”.
“Oh…let me check..hmm the doctor didn’t say that, ok tell him to be ready from 8.15 onwards, if we have an ambulance with wheelchair access we will send that, if not it will be a stretcher, so can you tell him not to be alarmed?”
“Thank you”. (I think)
“What will the cost be?”
“I have to put you through to Head Office for that”
Head office…”No I shall put you through to accounts department”.
I am surprised I have any finger nails left.
“Accounts Dept, no if he shows his Pensioner card, it won’t cost him anything”.
Finally some relief.
Then a phone call to the facility.
“I have arranged for dad’s transportation for the morning appointment, you need to call them though when he is ready to be picked up please”.
“Oh ok…we do that? Yes alright that shouldn’t be a problem”.
Not unless you want an 86 year old sitting in your reception for an entire day..not a problem at all.
Hang up.
I phone back the Ambulance Service.
“Will we have to do this each time he requires transport”?
“Yes afraid so, or the facility can phone us to say he is requiring and we will book in”.
Phone the facility back.
“Sorry but for the future with the Physio appointments, you will need to book the transport each time”.
“Oh…ok guess we can do that”.

Can you imagine the elderly trying to organise this mess? Why in this country are things made so difficult, to have the run around and countless phone calls … they have paid their taxes…they should be entitled to a decent system or perhaps even a system that medical personnel know exists. I can only hope they turn up in the morning!

Growing Old

Please

Stop the clock from clicking time
for as long as can be granted
times still need celebrating
and lives are wished to live
without thinking of the imminent
for they have so much more to give

please

let them feel the freedom in their legs
so they may walk as in their prime
without the need of 4 wheeled ‘helpers’
on which they now rely

please

let them bend and lift and stand
and make them strong and able
let them swirl upon the dance floor
in each others arms once more

please

let them pass the day without
the aches and pain
a time table of tablets taken
to ease their suffering

please I plead

let them simply be
as they were when they were young
before the troubles of their age
let them have the days ahead
without feeling so afraid

For my parents – my readers forgive my posts the last couple of days. I need to write at the moment to expel my feelings of pain and frustration out. I thank you for your patience and understanding. Hopefully my father (Pop) will recover from what he is experiencing right now and I shall be in a better frame of mind and my writing will be of lighter content.

Mag 156 Challenge – The Cure

Challenge set from http://magpietales.blogspot.com.au

Wind of History Jacek Yerka

My eyes steely stare
at my past
the broken down car
the ‘house’
they remind me of how
I was so long ago
The days I would
struggle, being
dragged, screaming laid
upon a steel table
arms held down by
leather straps
My forehead strapped as
were my legs tightly
bound in place
rubber shoved into
my mouth
so I could not bite
my tongue draw my blood
or perhaps silence screams
the door shut tight
so others could
not hear their ways
of ‘fixing’ me
electrical volts
surged my body
the cure is what
they said to save me
from the demons
that lived inside my head
I didn’t trust
the outside world
I withdrew into
myself is this why
I suffered what they
thought that they could mend
I have walked away
said goodbye to the
windows that haunt
my dreams, look back
at the ruin it has become
barren now, as I was then
This house was not my medicine
or the pills forced in my mouth
I simply was a testing piece
I stare with steely eyes
I am now ‘normal’
I will not live one more day in hell

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Drugs

I have a drug inside me

coursing through my veins
not a little coloured pill

a drug
not herbal or manufactured
yet makes my skin glow
relieves my aches and pains

a drug
that makes me
euphoric intoxicated
not held within a glass

a drug
that relaxes and calms
that is not injected or smoked

a drug
that isn’t prescription
that gives me a high and
brings me comfort

a drug
not administered
intravenously yet supplies
energy and sustenance

a drug
that helps me sleep
peacefully through the night
which isn’t a sedative

a drug
that steadies my moods
keeps me on track
that isn’t a vitamin

a drug
that helps when my head pounds
which isn’t an aspirin

a drug
that stimulates
which isn’t a white powder

a drug inside me
coursing through my veins

a drug simply intoxicating

that drug is labelled YOU

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From my post “Yes Viagra for women…and other bits & pieces

I’m in absolute hysterics!! You are sooo priceless. I read and re-read and laughed each time. OMG…and do answer your 1st ? yes it’s a nasal spray for women…opposed to a little blue pill for the men folk…. so what it does for men..no that can’t be right.. um it…hell it’s in its trial stage…I’ll keep you posted!

I LOVE your 2 pence worth & chocolate

That is the comment waiting for approval….

 

This is the website it came from http://www.cialistabletsatis.com …. Um sorry but translation anyone?

 

 

Accident prone – mainly the right side of my body it seems. What about you?

Accidents – let me see yes I had one this morning, walking around the house bare footed as another hot day in Oz.     Courtesy Google & obsidianportal.com

 Courtesy Google & obsidianportal.com

My right foot smashes into the bottom of the steps. It was sore granted, I did say a few expletives, then it seemed to feel better, in fact I took minded dog Peta for her walk, I weeded the back yard ferociously and then I started to mow. Mr. S is on a Golf weekend so I thought hmm the sun is out may as well continue. I finished the back then got 1/4 into the front only to have my ‘cafoofer valve’ give way on me  (my terminology for running out of steam) which is VERY unusual for moi.

Now it wasn’t the foot that stopped me , oh noooo it was the fact that silly me (points stern finger at myself) did not consume any water the entire time I was slaving in the garden. So I think a bit of heat stroke got to me. Such a sad and sorry sight I was stretched out on the couch grabbing breath and drinking gallons of water.

Anyway where was I, oh yeah the foot.. so after I had hydrated myself (no people not with wine this time) and had a shower, the foot was aching more than earlier. To the point now dear readers I can’t put weight properly on it. So maybe…possibly I have broken a little toe (the one on the end that you really don’t need anyhow) and have it bandaged. Daughter said “Um Doctor Mum”  reply “No they can’t do anything if it’s broken anyway”(be forever the martyr)…

This led me to this post.

How many accidents have you had?  Are you accident prone? What’s the weirdest accident you have had?

I can recall 3 others, though technically one wasn’t an accident, ok it was I guess.

  • I must have stood on a small screw outside at one stage, but I never felt it. I don’t want to gross anyone out but for months I was completely unaware until one day (for reasons even unknown to me) I looked very hard at the underneath of my foot (not something I’m prone to do a regular basis mind). I dug a little as I noticed something dark…you guessed it after not to be much digging I pulled out this screw, albeit small but the little thing had been nestled in the ball of my foot for some time without me feeling or knowing it was there.
  • The 2nd incident was again involving my foot and my right one – seems I’m accident prone with this side of my body. I was outside and my partner at the time was cutting off planks of wood. Yep barefoot again, I stood on a nail. Off to the doctors this time for a Tetanus injection (which was painless). However I had to step, place, step, place with crutches as the nail even though I had been injected against bodily harm had infected my foot somewhat and it swelled underneath. The mere act of trying to place it on the ground was agonising.
  • The 3rd and last incident was when I was young – I can’t remember how young but I climbed a fence when I was living at home and fell, head first folks onto a concrete path on the other side.

And that possibly explains why I am like I am to this very day.

Courtesy Google& justjoyaweightwarrior.blogspot.com.au

Courtesy Google& justjoyaweightwarrior.blogspot.com.au

Have you ever been a bad bad ‘can I forgive myself’ mummy?

By this I do not mean that you forgot your son/daughters lunch money (though that has happened).

I do not mean you told them that they couldn’t go play with the chicken pox infested kids next door (though I think that has happened also).

Nor do I mean that you told them they couldn’t have Maccas two days in a row (I definitely have told them this).

I mean those little moments when you did something that caused them physical harm and yes could have led to a Hospital visit.

I shall explain… When my youngest was about 5 she suffered a little with Asthma (you don’t need me to do a link) as you all know what that is.

She suffered from coughing more so than the ‘wheezing’ type (thankfully).

One night in mid winter I had put a vaporiser in her room (do I need a link? – no I shall explain) It’s a plastic box that you fill with water and in the container that half immerses into the water and the top stands up off the container..oh hell I’m putting the link clean-vaporizers-800×800.jpg …one of those things.

In the middle of the morning, when not a creature was stirring not even a mouse (no it was Winter..Santa comes in Summer) a cold and very tired  mummy (PLEASE) keep that in mind as you read further, tip-toed into her baby’s room to give her some mummy hugs & cough medicine as she was coughing very badly.

It was dark so I left the light on from the passageway as to not disturb her sleep too much, then carefully poured out the 10ml of cough medicine I had sitting on her bedside table.

“Cough Cough” then louder “Arggghhhh Mum” her beautiful little face screwed up and holding her throat.

“What is it sweety”??

“Tell mummy”?

“You had it before and it was ok”?

“Mummy”, coughing and now tears flowing. “It’s burning”.

I raced to the bedroom light (bugger the sleep) to find that I had given her 10 ml of Eucalyptus oil… yes you guessed it the stuff that goes into the Vaporiser.

PANIC!!!!!!!!!!!

“OMG what did I do, what have I done”???

I raced to the phone and called the Hospital spluttering that I have tried to accidentally kill my child…my baby…with long blonde her to her waist”.

“Calm down take a deep breath, she will be ok” the Nurse on the other end advised.

“Just give her some milk and keep an eye on her for 30 minutes. If you only administered 10ml, the milk will work, she will be ok, trust me” her calming voice replied.

“MILK”? “But surely I have burned her oesophagus,YES …YES it was only 10ml, I didn’t administer it on purpose, it was dark,  I’ve POISONED MY BABY“? (Mummy now crying along with daughter).

http://txfx.net/2005/10/20/in-case-of-poison-ingestion-drink-milk/

“No…no you haven’t, if you’re still worried you can bring her in to be checked out”.

After we had both calmed down (ok after I had calmed down) and had hung up the phone,I looked upon my poor sweet, angelic baby girl and hugged her tight.

“I am sooo sorry, it was an accident” I blubbered.

Pic Courtesy of Google & http://www.sheknows.com

 

 

To this day this story is brought up and strangely we have a laugh..with a slight dig to my ribs…

Have you done anything like this?

Share your story with me (hopefully I’m not the only one that has done this type of thing… surely not… )