Duskypearls
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I admit there's not enough coffee in the world, this a.m., to wash the Sandman out of my eyes. I admit I over-did it between work the last few days, and getting a sick, and less than cooperative new elder friend to the ER, the night before last and staying there with her all night till she got a bed. I admit I was working completely off intuition and felt she was in more trouble than she knew. I admit it was just a little too hard to wake her at home, and she was just a wee bit too confused once awake. I admit she resisted going, as she minimizes the seriousness her present health situation, and as her diabetes is advanced enough she can't feel anything from the knees down, so she doesn't have an accurate sense of what bad shape her legs/feet, and the rest of her were in. I admit I had to strong arm her, no kidding around. I admit it's a good thing I was born in NYC, as it gave me the chutzpah to unrelentingly push till I got her there. I admit I was crestfallen when the ER Doc said he was sending us home that night. I admit that was before the full blood chem panel came back, showing her BUN 2-3 times higher than normal, which means kidneys are in trouble, ergo the confusion and difficulty in waking her. I admit that went far in validating my intuitive hit, which feels great. I admit I'm frustrated she has two other friends who were concerned about her health for the two days before that, but did nothing, and did not call me or a nurse friend of mine to advise us. I admit I'm grateful for my well-honed intuition, and many years of working as a peronal care provider for elders and others, so I learned how to push my way thru their strong resistances. They might be tough, but NY is tougher! I admit, tho' tired, I am relieved. I admit that's a hell of a lot of admits!
< Message edited by Duskypearls -- 3/17/2013 9:35:43 AM >
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