I have lost track of the last week. Putting aside Karen’s trials and tribulations, someone trying to break into my hotel room and the person in the room directly above mine having possibly the weakest bladder known to human kind (The toilet flushed at least 4 times an hour from 12.30am!) and some general unpleasantness in the local Wetherspoons, has only added to the stress.
I’ve had meetings with matrons, doctors, dieticians, nurses and therapists. I’ve given fulsome praise to a particular nurse whilst getting frustrated by the fact that nobody, even on teams working ‘together’, seems to talk to each other.
Karen will only do her exercises and interact if I’m on the ward. Sweet, yes, but that doesn’t help her. I then arrange with physio when they will do physio with her… only for them to try to do it without me and get nowhere. Diet supplements that should be given three times a day, I find have actually only been given once in 7 days. There is talk of making her feeding tube permanent, which I vigorously oppose, pointing out that she’s being given unappetising food, and not any of the other options she could eat because shes constantly given a very restricted menu and not the other menu which contains lots of things she would eat, and therefore the system is conspiring against her. It is galling for her to be given unsuitable options then hear nurses offer the perfect option to another patient. There’s no thinking outside a very restricted box.
The nurses all praise Karen for not bothering them, but she won’t use her call bell, even when she gets a headache. I’m having to point out what they need to look for in her behaviour, teach her that she needs to use her bell, and also persuade the nurses that putting the bell on her right side (the side with little movement) doesn’t help her when it needs to be on her left side so she can press it. And I have to keep saying that over and over and email matron who can email another matron who can come up to the ward and tell the staff to think about what they’re doing.
It’s exhausting to be constantly repeating yourself and chasing people, interrupting a very busy matron with emails and arguing with doctors about feeding tubes, and wondering why physio, having been told to only do it when I am there, choose to ignore what they’ve been told.
Don’t get me wrong, there are many amazing nurses doing an amazing job, but communication sucks and I am absolutely exhausted, my fibromyalgia pain is off the charts, my blood sugars doing loop the loop, and I am so tired of repeating myself about the simplest things. Sure, it’s wonderful to be told you’re an amazing advocate for your wife, but does it really have to be so difficult?