I wasn't going to go to the nursing home last night, but something made me go anyway. Good thing I did.
Mom was quiet, and when the aide came in to wash her, she was guarding her lower abdomen and wincing with every move. When I touched her lower abdomen she was obviously in pain. I asked the nurse to call the doctor and she said, "She's not screaming, it's not an emergency. YOU call the doctor." She kept insisting the ER would merely replace the catheter and send her back. I said, "Guess what, she's NOT coming back HERE."
Sje gave me the number and I called, and left a message with the answering service for the doctor to call me. It was the same moron on call as in the first rathole nursing home. He told me I couldn't call him, the nursing home had to. I told him what sex act he could perform on himself and hung up. Teeth and claws out, I told the nurse she had better call the doctor or she would be held totally accountable for whatever transpired next. She called and the doctor told her to have my mom transported to the hospital. We took all her stuff with us.
We were in the emergency room til 3 am when they admitted her, on IV antibiotics. Her white cell count was at 26,000. There's some kind of raging infection going on, but because she would voice her pain, she would have laid there in agony.
I hate nursing homes, I really do. And the nurse who tried to brush off mom's pain is going down. Quickly and with as much agony as possible.
Linda2
-- When love is your greatest weakness, you will be the strongest person in the world. --Garman Wold