Thanks, everyone. Krissy is stable. I’m the unstable one. That hasn’t changed in decades.
Special thanks to CJ, Mary and Patty for several reasons.
Ernesta and Susan deserve special praise for making me feel good.
I hope to meet Dianna in a boat forum and share photos and stories. Katie made me laugh, Georgia and Aly made me feel appreciated, Sadie and Mary gave me valuable info as always,
This post is dedicated to Jo in Alaska. And Dick.
Gina confused me with her post. She wrote “Mike, my silly friend, are a fantastic husband! We can sleep when this is over!” but I thought she wrote “We can sleep *together* when this is over.” So for a minute, I thought, wow, what a GREAT SUPPORT GROUP!
Although I can’t name everyone, I _can_ say to you that I’m really grateful to hear from you. I never had a “support group” before. Very wonderful.
Laura, I hope to provide some details you can use.
Sister/nurse Deb arrived this morning, and has been a God-send. Competent, confident, fun and gregarious. Brother Michael is flying in Wednesday. He’ll cry. Other sister Michelle will be here Friday. At that point we’ll have to move Krissy into a tent outside to make room. No word yet from remaining sister or parents. I know they want to be here and they are very much wanted. All the family peeps have visited recently.
I’m slowly “firing” the nurses (with their full cooperation). I realized that Krissy wants to be cared for by LOVED ONES, not by professionals. So the nurses have agreed to train us and then watch as we do everything.
Except bathing and bedpans. Too intimate. It’s only natural--we don’t want our family looking at our junk.
Who the hell invented that word, anyway? Maybe it’s a natural sociological synthesis of my generation’s sudden disrespect for chastity (born of the invention of the Pill and the explosion of Free Love) and this generation’s EZ BJ sexual mores. By diminishing the status of the genitals, Britney’s boys and babes have made the new promiscuity “no big deal.”
Philosopher offline, now. Back to Caregiver. But first, a message from our Technical Interest Group: Since morphine makes your stools pack up and refuse to go swimming in the Great Ceramic Swirling Pool, we’ve been issued a script for a stool softener.
Note to Caregivers: Use two pharmacies—one very close, and one that is open 24-hours. Sometimes you need one or the other.
If the stools don’t leap out on their own, you’ll have go in and get ‘em. Not hard to do. You can use the same oil on your gloved finger as you would use for your standard everyday anal sex.
Which reminds me: Hospital beds, while needed for that double jointed body shaping thing they do, are a little too narrow for two people. But with some diligence, I’m able to curl up next to my PALS and hug her, which is way more comforting than just holding her hand.
Rubbing the bare chest with a warm bare hand is good. That was experimentally proven with new-born monkeys. The ones rubbed lived happily—the ones not touched failed to thrive.
BIPAP in the last stage of ALS can push air down the wrong tube, resulting in painful distention of the belly. So heat up a giant towel in the dryer and put it on the round belly, then push/rub GENTLY side to side on the top of the belly (below the ribs) and also feed Ginger Ale—only a tiny amount, slowly—to induce gaseous relief.
Oxygen without humidity can painfully dry out and irritate the throat, causing coughing fits. But don’t put too much (distilled) water into the O2 generator’s tank—bouncing water drops can get into the narrow O2 tube.
Also, moisture can crawl up the tube. Then it will cool, and pool, and block the tube. So, if using a humidifier, raise the supply end of the tubing about 30” above the reservoir. This way, condensation can flow back into the reservoir.
To what level shall we adjust the humidifier? It’s a multi-variate conundrum: Both the body’s need and the humidifier’s output will vary as the natural weather and the air conditioner battle for parity during the day, so mankind is really just SOL on this question. Just know that you should NEVER just max the moisturizer and walk away. Like politicians and rabid dogs, the breathing apparatus bears watching at all times.
Warning: it turns out that our night shift nurse never finished school. She’s a career administrator. Not enough knowledge, training, experience or confidence. Her expertise is in watching the patient, then picking up the phone if something comes up. I told the Hospice of the Comforter to send an RN, but they sent her back for an encore, instead.
In the morning I’ll complain to the Orlando VA Fee Basis section’s Chief Medical Officer. They are responsible for selecting and approving the hospice provider and then paying the bill. (Coincidentally, I work in that office!)
Wordy post. Provocative, to put it politely. If anyone reads this, someone’s gonna complain. Ciao, baby.