Today must must must be a productive day. I have pulled the car out the garage and pulled the trash can in. I plan to clean and de-clutter as much as possible. Since Dad got this new illness and my crazy work scheduled, I have allowed the house to fall apart.
When I was in my 20s I learned quickly that I hated to do laundry so I made sure I had enough girlie small clothes to last a month. I have not altered that and so I must do laundry, sweep, mop, and general clean. Yeah meeee.....sigh.
Merlin and Winston are just lazing around but will start following me from room to room as I begin cleaning.
I am really not in the mood to move. I really have not fully recovered from my weirdo illness. I woke up on Monday with my world spinning. I barely made it to give the boys their breakfast before I had to go lay down on the couch. I ended up taking Dramamine and missed three days of work.
The week ended with arriving a Mom and Dad's on Friday to learn that Home Health called and said that they were coming to take out Dad pick line. The problem was that no one had told the family anything and quite honestly we don't trust Home Health with any of his care. We did not know if the doctors had talk with the surgeon who wanted to leave the drain in his gut in for another month. We did not know that he was done with the antibiotics. We knew nothing.
The problem when you go on hospice they tell you not to go the doctor or it will throw you off hospice and if you have any problem not associated with your original illness to go to the ER. The whole problem with this is that ER doctors do not provide follow up care. And no one is following Dad's illness to ensure its going as planned.
On Monday, mom is going to find out if we can get a doctor to take care of his new illness, diverticulitis. We are not sure that he should be off antibiotics - no one has examined him since his original diagnosis. If he wasn't on hospice, we would have had a specialist tracking his care.
Lesson learned...find out if you family member is on hospice if you can still go the doctor and demand to be able to do so. IF they say no, then demand that THEY exam and track his illness in a follow up manner that would normally be done. We have been too timid with the first round and now the gloves are off!
Enough for now...
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