Today has been rough. I coughed and coughed last night and what time I wasn’t coughing, I was having to get up and pee. It makes wearing adult diapers an attractive thing. I’d drift off to sleep and then cough, cough. OOPS! Better get up before I have an accident!
One reason I coughed so much is that it was HOT in here. When I went to bed, it was 78 degrees. I spent a lot of the night with nothing over me. It never cooled off enough for me to need the comforter and that’s when I sleep the best — when the room is cool.
I didn’t know what time the rep from hospice would be here. She’d just said afternoon so I was sure I’d be up. I was, by a long shot.
When I got out of bed to stay, I tended to my nose as best I could. It gets so caked with blood, it’s sometimes almost blocked off. I keep forgetting to ask Cuz about Vaseline. I had a huge container of it in the kitchen cabinet that I used to lubricate the handles of my Saladmaster cookware and the gasket of the pressure cooker. Patricia indicated in a comment that it should be good for my bleeding nostrils, too.
I called my CIL and he answered. It worked! He heated up my water and I took a pain pill. That’s when I ate four crackers, then asked for a full glass of water. He brought me a bottle of ginger ale, too.
The phone rang and it was my roommate. She and her daughter had gotten back from a trip to New England last night. They’d had quite an adventure. She had seen my memory I’d posted on Facebook of Helen Reddy singing “You and Me Against the World” and was touched all over again.
She broke down and started crying. That song always makes me cry, too. It was a song she and her husband loved and he’s been gone for a long time. I told her it was one that I listened to a lot after DH left in 1986. It was already an old song since it came out in 1974 but it will always be a classic.
A couple of hours later, I just called for my CIL. No answer. I yelled again, as loud as my energy would allow. Nothing. I picked up the phone and got a fast busy signal. I tried that several times and there were only two times that it rang through but it went to voice mail. I ate two more crackers and drank some ginger ale.
When Cuz got home, my CIL came in and asked if I needed anything. Yes. Applesauce. He brought me a bowl and I ate it, then asked for another glass of water. I drank that.
A while later, he checked with me again and I asked for some more applesauce and a piece of toast. He was getting it ready when the rep came in.
She introduced herself and said she understood that she was here to do my admission. Well, no. I had some questions. We started talking and I learned that they can do my B12 shots weekly. No problem. They will also give me a flu shot. Home health won’t. They don’t generally do blood work. If an infection (such as a UTI) is suspected, they go ahead and treat. That concerned me a bit since I don’t like taking antibiotics unless it’s absolutely necessary. A nurse can come in as often as needed, up to five times a week. I can have showers or a full bed bath three times a week if I want. An aide will change the bed and straighten up the room. They supply all of my medications and any supplies should I become incontinent. A doctor would see me at least every six months and they have a chaplain.
I texted Cuz that she was here so she came in and asked some questions, too. She’d pretty much already answered them but she gave her a rundown of what we’d discussed. It sounds like something that would help all of us and not just me.
After she left, I had the bowl of applesauce and a piece of dry toast.
For days, I have been agonizing over something that should have been an easy decision but it wasn’t. I knew I needed protein but it would have to be very digestible. I finally bit the bullet tonight and asked Cuz to get me a half dozen organic free range eggs the next time she was at Kroger. The ones Walmart lists comes up “Item not available”.
It was like an Abbott and Costello routine when I asked. “DD said I mix it with water.” “No. I mean eggs. Real eggs. From hens.” “You’re going to eat DAIRY?” “Eggs aren’t dairy.” Blank look. “Eggs come from hens. Hens aren’t cows. Hens don’t give milk. Milk products are dairy.” Oh, okay. Honestly, if it didn’t produce phlegm, I’d probably go the dairy route, too, but I don’t need a stuffy nose.
I showed her the picture of the eggs and she wanted to know how many to get. I told her just a carton of six. No use to stock up until we knew whether or not I could tolerate them. I hadn’t intended for her to go right then but she and my CIL geared up and left. A little over an hour later, they were back. She’d said it would take 20 minutes to get there and 20 back and then at least 10 minutes in the store.
My CIL scrambled one egg with water in a pan sprayed with Pam. I had it with Cream of Wheat. I mixed them both together and asked for pink salt. Well, I had to recant and take the kala namak, after all. I’ve asked my DIL to bring me a dozen of their free range eggs when/if they make it here. So far, it hasn’t riled my stomach. So, I’m not a vegan any more. I guess this is a circumstance of “you gotta do what you gotta do”.
One of my friends has sent me a long list of foods I should be eating. I wish I could. In the meantime, I’ll eat what I can that will sit easily on my stomach.