>> June 20, 2010
Last night as I started to get into my pajamas, took an 800mg ibuprofen for my mouth, and was just going to get settled into my bed. My mom came down the stairs to let me know that my Grandma's nursing home had completely messed up, to no other. I'm still in amazement, like its some sort of bad dream. What the HELL?!
Come to find out what happened is she was given someone else's pills, with the same first name. My grandma is NOT a pain patient, she is not a hospice patient, the only reason she was really in the stupid effing home was because we wanted her to be safe. We TRUSTED the facility to be able to care for her well being, so that she wouldn't fall, and so her medication could be on a set administration schedule. That trust is completely obliterated. But despite her not being a hospice patient, she was given a HUGE dose of extended release morphine tablets, along with two different types of anti seizure medications. She doesn't have seizures - and even then, the doses she was given are NOT okay for an elderly patient in the first place. Shit.
I am now sitting on the computer in the waiting room, competely in amazement. This is my worst nightmare.
She is slowly coming around. She has been on a breathing machine, with a scuba-diver looking mask, and an anti narco drip. She still recognizes us, and understands, or at least she does now, for the last few hours. Just competely confused on what the hell is going on. I think as soon as she truly realizes what happened, and gets her gusto back, you aren't going to want to hear them fighting expletives that will be coming out of her mouth.
I love you Grandma!
But you have to get better so we can DANCE!!