Earth Mother 2 Angels
04-14-2009, 01:56 AM
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Jon's dental surgery is on for tomorrow around noon, or thereafter, should there be a back up in the OR. I hope not, because the waiting will do me in for sure.
Once again, Jon became sleep deprived. After sleeping so much on Saturday during the day, Jon u-turned back to INSOMNIA CITY Saturday night, all day yesterday, and all night last night. According to his lovely nurse today (a new one to us, and so sweet), Jon did sleep for a couple of hours this morning, after Jim left and before I arrived. But he was awake and restless all day, until I asked for 1/2 mg Ativan at 3:15 this afternoon.
By 3:30, Jon was asleep, so that tiny dose worked, but only for an hour an a half. Then back to restlessness, half asleep/awake. His nurse kept checking in with me, and when I was ready for the other 1/2 mg to be given, Jon fell back to sleep. I was so glad. Less meds the better.
She and I had to give an assortment of meds, and he was due for a finger stick to check his sugar. She tried to draw blood from his PICC line, but the water mixed with it diluted it for an accurate reading. His night nurse will have to do it tonight, when Jon awakens.
Jon slept through all that we had to do, which was wonderful. And we were quiet and whispered in each other's ears away from Jon when we needed to talk. She was really excellent.
I was tired and distracted this afternoon, and I forgot to unclamp Jon's Gtube (Mikie didn't have a clamp, so I forget to use Jon's) before I turned on his food. I fed the bed. UGH!!! More work for the night nurse and Jim. It happens. And Jon's nurse was great about it, telling me not to be upset or concerned. But I made sure that I wrote on Jon's board that I made the mess, not his day nurse, and as I was leaving I introduced myself to his night nurse and explained. She was also very sweet (and new to us), and she told me that I shouldn't give it another thought. I felt incompetent! But, I guess I'm entitled to flub up here and there, given ... well ... given everything! The stress, the exhaustion, the impending surgery ...
Jon's night nurse agreed to let Jon sleep for as long as possible. His vitals were all excellent today; even after the Ativan, his BP held up. He received 2 units of whole plasma today to build up his blood. He has received so much in blood products that he must be a brand new person (or persons) by now! I can't even remember how much he's been given in blood products, like plasma, blood, albumin. But I know that all totaled, it's too much!
The day of surgery is nigh, and I am trying desperately to hold onto the reality that this is what must be done, what is best for Jon, the only option he has to be healthy, really healthy. I am trying to set aside my fears, my worries for his pain and discomfort, and any thoughts of complications during or after the surgery. I am focusing my prayers on a successful surgery, with the best possible news from the oral surgeon once it is done. I am relying heavily on my faith, and my belief that this is all happening for a reason, and as it should. Because all things have worked toward this happening, I must believe that it is the right path for Jon.
With all of your prayers and healing thoughts surrounding Jon, and Jim and me, we are strengthened and hopeful. We thank you so much for your gifts of love to us.
Jon's courage carries us forward ~
Home is only a few miles away ~
Love & Light,
Rose
Jon's dental surgery is on for tomorrow around noon, or thereafter, should there be a back up in the OR. I hope not, because the waiting will do me in for sure.
Once again, Jon became sleep deprived. After sleeping so much on Saturday during the day, Jon u-turned back to INSOMNIA CITY Saturday night, all day yesterday, and all night last night. According to his lovely nurse today (a new one to us, and so sweet), Jon did sleep for a couple of hours this morning, after Jim left and before I arrived. But he was awake and restless all day, until I asked for 1/2 mg Ativan at 3:15 this afternoon.
By 3:30, Jon was asleep, so that tiny dose worked, but only for an hour an a half. Then back to restlessness, half asleep/awake. His nurse kept checking in with me, and when I was ready for the other 1/2 mg to be given, Jon fell back to sleep. I was so glad. Less meds the better.
She and I had to give an assortment of meds, and he was due for a finger stick to check his sugar. She tried to draw blood from his PICC line, but the water mixed with it diluted it for an accurate reading. His night nurse will have to do it tonight, when Jon awakens.
Jon slept through all that we had to do, which was wonderful. And we were quiet and whispered in each other's ears away from Jon when we needed to talk. She was really excellent.
I was tired and distracted this afternoon, and I forgot to unclamp Jon's Gtube (Mikie didn't have a clamp, so I forget to use Jon's) before I turned on his food. I fed the bed. UGH!!! More work for the night nurse and Jim. It happens. And Jon's nurse was great about it, telling me not to be upset or concerned. But I made sure that I wrote on Jon's board that I made the mess, not his day nurse, and as I was leaving I introduced myself to his night nurse and explained. She was also very sweet (and new to us), and she told me that I shouldn't give it another thought. I felt incompetent! But, I guess I'm entitled to flub up here and there, given ... well ... given everything! The stress, the exhaustion, the impending surgery ...
Jon's night nurse agreed to let Jon sleep for as long as possible. His vitals were all excellent today; even after the Ativan, his BP held up. He received 2 units of whole plasma today to build up his blood. He has received so much in blood products that he must be a brand new person (or persons) by now! I can't even remember how much he's been given in blood products, like plasma, blood, albumin. But I know that all totaled, it's too much!
The day of surgery is nigh, and I am trying desperately to hold onto the reality that this is what must be done, what is best for Jon, the only option he has to be healthy, really healthy. I am trying to set aside my fears, my worries for his pain and discomfort, and any thoughts of complications during or after the surgery. I am focusing my prayers on a successful surgery, with the best possible news from the oral surgeon once it is done. I am relying heavily on my faith, and my belief that this is all happening for a reason, and as it should. Because all things have worked toward this happening, I must believe that it is the right path for Jon.
With all of your prayers and healing thoughts surrounding Jon, and Jim and me, we are strengthened and hopeful. We thank you so much for your gifts of love to us.
Jon's courage carries us forward ~
Home is only a few miles away ~
Love & Light,
Rose