Guest NowakowDA Posted June 18, 2004 Share Posted June 18, 2004 My mother is going bonkers, lupy, goofy, crackers or what ever you want to call it, she's going there. Until last night Mom's goofy periods were the exception. Not now!. I had the cr*p scared out of me last night. I managed to lay down and dose off about midnight. About an hour later I heard a noise. When I opened my eyes I say my mother standing in my bedroom closet. Like a fool, I asked what she was doing. She told me that she had to go to the bathroom. Have you ever seen one of those cartoons where one of the animated characters is so surprised or shocked that his jaw hits the floor. Picture me there in that scene. Needless to say I did not go back to sleep last night. Several times during the night I had to help Mom up from the bed, lead her across the floor to her bathroom and help her set down on the pot. When she wasn't scaring the cr*ap out of me, all she wanted to do was sleep. Right now I swear that woman could sleep 26 hours per day without breaking a sweat. Yesterday evening I called her primary care provider (Michael Servilla) and told him that Mom's goofy periods were starting to sting together into one big one. Michael told me that he didn't see patients on Thursday but that I should bring Mom by the clinic and he would give her the once over. He has not seen her since the big bomb dropped back on May 22nd BC. That's BC (Before Cancer). The result of this visit to the clinic is that Michael thinks her behavior could be caused by several factors. It could be caused by a drop in her blood oxygen. It could be a result of her not getting enough fluids. It could be that the big C has spread to the frontal lobe of her brain and she's loosing her cognitive functions. Huh??? It could be a small stroke. It could be, it could be, it could be. I swear, if I hear those three words once more I will “plotz” right in the middle of town at high noon. Michael said that the combination of a low fluid level, the amount of energy she had to expend yesterday, plus a dip in her O2 level could have triggered this. He told me I should turn up her O2 to 3ltrs, have her drink more fluids and use her inhalers more. Getting my mother to take more fluid plus her Azmacort and Albuterol inhalers is like getting politicians to stop lying. They say they want to, but they never do. I've noticed a small change in Mom's mood. Not much, but it's there. Any more I don't ask her if she's hungry, thirsty or if she wants to take her medicine. I just put the stuff down in front of her. She goes for her MRI this Sunday at 10:30. This coming Monday, we're off to Santa Fe for the PET scan at 10:00. The woman that made the appointment for the PET scan gave me lots of instructions. First, nothing to eat after 2 or 3 in the morning. Second, her last meal on Sunday should be high in protein and low in carbs. Third, bring a change of clothes for her. HUH??? She said that there are two side effects you can have. You can be plugged up or you can end up with the runs. This brings me to my latest worry. Her plumbing. Mom has no trouble going No. 1 but No. 2 can be a bit of a problem. I wish that there was some way I could slip the Milk of Magnesia into her food!!! Is this all getting to me. Nope, not a bit. Now if you will excuse me. I am the emperor of France and my army awaits. I wonder if it's my right or left hand I put in my coat. If I could only find where my empires Josephine has gone to. Don Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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