Well, there is more excitement here at the Nut House. Last night when I put Henrietta to bed, her diaper was wet. Not just a little, but soaked, Great. The catheter had failed during the day sometime. Just a little bit of pee in the bag. Sometimes moving her around and repositioning her gets it to start working again so I was keeping my fingers crossed that it would fix itself over night. No. This morning she woke up swathed in wet sheets and nightgown. FREEZING, of course. Everything was soaking wet including a diaper full of shit. I ran in and threw a towel in the dryer and got John to call the nurse while I started trying to strip the bed with her in it and get a dry hospital chux under her. Got the sheets, blanket and mattress protector off the bed and another chux under her, ran and got the towel out of the dryer and put it over her while I went and ran water in a basin and got washcloths and then bathed her off. I was answering questions from John for him to answer the nurse on the phone. He hung up and shouted down the hall that she would be coming at 3:00ish. M’kay, fine. She showed up and DID NOT BRING A NEW CATHER WITH HER. This was a new one for me. She said she thought she’d just wiggle around the old one and see if she could get it to work. She explained that she would need to go back to the office to get one. Well, I had already deflated the old one and removed it, I mean it was just in the way and doing nothing whatsoever. So no way it was going back in. She went out and rummaged around in her car and finally found a kit. I happened to have an extra catheter. So we poked around and never got any urine back and had no more to try with. She left and I scheduled Paula to come and give it a shot after she left the office at the home health care place. She brought 4 catheters and several kits for me to have on stock and we used all but one of them and never got any urine back in the tube. She said it was time to let H have a rest and she’s coming back tomorrow. woo-hoo…
Aren’t you glad I don’t have pictures with my post today?
John wanted me to call this diaper incident F.L. Full Load.
Comment by Sabrina on July 21, 2008 at 10:30 pm
I hope you took a nap after all that. Cuz I need one just reading it!
Comment by Karen on July 22, 2008 at 6:51 am
God bless you for all this. I will never complain about changing my 5 year old’s diapers.
Comment by Big Hair Envy on July 22, 2008 at 8:13 am
Oh, Honey! I STILL don’t know how you do it.
Is the long weekend in VA sounding better all the time 🙂 I’ll have wine.
Comment by Serendipitous Girl on July 22, 2008 at 9:15 am
After you go to Big Hair Envy’s, you can come to Portland and I’ll fix you a cocktail! I won’t even make you clean up the dog’s poop.
Comment by moo on July 22, 2008 at 9:42 am
Remind me again why she’s not in a home? This is too much for you. you are a saint.
Comment by Candy on July 22, 2008 at 10:55 am
Yeah, I’m with Moo on this. I know you’re doing all you can, but some things are better managed by a hospital staff hon.
Hang in there. I don’t know how you do this day in, day out.
Comment by Colleen on July 23, 2008 at 2:58 pm
ugh! what a full and trying day… 🙁 I wonder if having a nurse come once a day might at least give you some relief?…although something puttering around in my head is telling me you might already have a similar set-up?
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