She thinks people are trying to kill her, and she keeps trying to get out of bed, and remove the various life supporting implements protruding from her body.
I don't know if this is any comfort to you, but that's not uncommon in people who are hospitalized for severe illness/trauma/surgery. It happened to my dad many times; once he shot out of bed like it was a Wile E. Coyote catapult-bed and was all the way to the nurses' station, having ripped out his iv's (inadvertently, I think, just because some part of his brain wanted him to MOVE FAST OUT THE DOOR) and trailing tubing and dripping blood all down the hallway.
He really didn't remember doing it, except for what the nurses told him; they said it's a fucked-up thing that can happens when a patient has been sedated.
So, I guess, I'm trying to say that her hallucinations and acting out are not *bad* signs, per se.
The hallucinations are also from the buildup of ammonia in her brain. I'm sure both are at work in her case, making her world very strange and scary right now. The first time I watched her hallucinate like this freaked me right the fuck out.
(((Sean))) I'm glad there is some encouraging news. Continued -ma to S.
In the ongoing mom-news, the new meds seem to be a major improvement. She has had a few naps and was puttering in the kitchen for a little bit.
CJ and I took a drive to get dinner and BLASTED music both ways. Ahhh, that felt good.
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Good news, Sean. My best to all involved.
That's very good to hear, Suzi. I hope the meds continue to help your mom, and driving around with the music blasting is an excellent stress reliever.
When Juliana starts her band, Matt says JZ can borrow a base. No stickers,but baby sticky fingers are fine
Good news for S and Suzi's mom.
I'm glad the news is better for both Suzi's mom and S. I'm sorry it's been so rough.
Yay for the good news for S and Suzi's mom!
I can sign for and pick up Hubby's major league narcotics, but I can't be told what the pharmacy has on record that he's taking. Yeah, that makes sense.
They let anybody pick up anything. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but the last time I picked up Daniel's meds, they didn't even ask me his date of birth. Now, I suppose the woman might have recognized me, but it's a Walmart pharmacy, and she only looked vaguely familiar to me.
Vortex, I don't know what to say, but I sure do hope those self-centered douchenozzles get a taste of their own medicine soon.
I've never been asked for any sort of identification when picking up meds. And there have also been plenty of times when I've picked up stuff for my mom with no problem. I can remember a bunch of times when I was in middle school or high school that she'd send me into the pharmacy to pick up something and charge it to her account. (That was a tiny small-town pharmacy, though, where I think the pharmacist knew who I was.) Thinking back on it now, though, I am pretty surprised they allowed an unsupervised 13-year-old to pick up medications.
