Friday, September 25, 2009

The Grandfather is out of the hospital. He's at home now. You'll never guess who called up there and raised a stink to help the poor guy. It was my mother. Apparently, until I called him while he was in the hospital, my mother had not spoken to him since before he went in. When I called her and told her that he no longer had pneumonia and was being held there and drugged into oblivion, she called him herself. Then she spoke with the staff. Then she started in on the family and told them what I first told her, "Get him out of there before they kill him." Of course, the hospital staff stuffed him full of mind-numbing drugs again on his way out the door and told the family to do the same at home. The family trusted the doctors and then they wondered why Grampa was unable to speak or eat and could only lie in his chair and mumble. Well... my mother, the head shrinker - you're not going to believe this, people - she actually has the ability to tell the truth. She told them to stop giving him the pills. Of course, the doctor thought calling Hospice would be better than doing something like not drugging an old man who can't defend himself. Thankfully, the family listened to my mother instead. Guess what? He's been up, he's been eating, and he can think and carry on a conversation again. Go figure. You mean all he needed was to not be drugged within an inch of his life? Well I'll be damned! Who'd a thunk it? I have absolutely no idea how we, as a species, made it to the moon. This little episode is only one of the many things that build a pretty good case for us all having descended from monkeys.

In other news, I feel better for having told the truth to the therapist without backing down on the decision not to share certain things with him right now. I feel some relief for having handled the situation this way. And I was able to check a few more things off my to-do list Thursday, too. This week has been surprisingly productive. Sometimes I procrastinate things that really should be done but are a pain in the butt. I did quite a few of those kinds of things this week. Some of those things had been put off for weeks or months. I'm closing in on clearing the list now. I feel good because of it.

6 comments:

  1. In some ways medicine has gotten better, in others it hasn't changed, and in still others its gotten worse. Pain management is supposed to manage pain, not turn people into zombies.

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  2. This is even worse, Lily. My grandfather doesn't even have any pain. It wasn't pain medication. They were psychiatric drugs. He went to the hospital for pneumonia and they put him on drugs because he is old, has some dementia and kept asking to go home. He is not aggressive or violent, it's just that old people who keep complaining are a nuisance and no one should have to listen to them. That is what our society does to the ill and injured among us who keep bitching and whining. We drug them up until they are stupid and incapacitated and then we abandon them to die. And then, we NEVER, EVER admit that we directly caused that death in our efforts to shut those people up.

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  3. I'm glad your grandfather is out of the hospital, and that he seems to be feeling better. Have a great weekend, Lynn!!

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  4. EH that is so sad when they drug the elderly just to keep them quite. I am so sorry this was done to your grandpa. I am glad he is home and doing better and am glad things are going a little better for you.

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  5. That is so sad about your gpa...I'm sorry :-(
    I'm glad he's out of the hospital now.
    On another note, I understand the need for reservation on sharing certain parts of you with your T right now. You have good reason!
    ((LYNN))
    ~ Grace
    I sent you an email....I hope you are doing okay.

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  6. Thanks, ladies. Grampa is doing even better now. He can talk and walk around just fine and come to the table and eat meals and have tea with Gramma. That's so much better. I feel like he dodged a bullet there. He's still ancient, he still has some dementia, but he can have his little enjoyments again as he ought to be able to.

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