I was afraid that my husband was going to get upset with me, because I had something to say during pretty much every discussion he had at the hospital with a doctor, nurse, assistant, nutritionist, respiratory specialist, and any other professional he came in contact with.
Not that he normally wouldn't be capable of having these discussions without me, but he was pretty loopy yesterday, and I didn't want his lack of awareness to cause him to suffer more when he came out of it.
For example:
They moved him into his private room about 2:00 yesterday. The first thing he said to his nurse was that he was having bad nausea. She said she would get him something for it. Two hours passed. No nausea medicine, despite the fact that she has come in the room numerous times and he has told her every time that he still had the nausea. Then the doctor comes in to visit and see how hubby is feeling, at which time different meds get added to the list of nausea meds hubby is allowed to take.
By 5:30, guess what??? No nausea medicine. I asked the nurse's assistant to call her and ask about it, and the nurse hung up on her! The assistant then called her from a different phone and told her what we needed.
I happened to step out in the hallway right as she was on her way in, finally with this mythical medicine. I made it very clear to her that allowing him to suffer for three and a half hours when she had means to make him feel better was unacceptable. She gave me one bs line after another... bottom line? She didn't communicate with us, and it left me feeling like my poor husband was being ignored when he needed her most.
I also informed the assistant manager of the nurses that this happened.
Well, today, when one of the surgeon's assitants came by to ask how things were going, and they asked how the nurses were doing, hubby started to say everything was great because he didn't remember what had happened the day before. I couldn't keep my mouth shut, lol.... I had to let her know what happened. I mean, she asked, right?
Then tonight at the pharmacy, I felt a need to examine all of hubby's meds and make sure they were in the easiest form to digest possible. Luckily the pharmacist was nice about this and the prescriptions were written in a way that gave me that kind of freedom.
I hope hubby doesn't think I'm hovering too much. I guess it's just that I know these next few weeks are gonna be tough enough, and I wanted to make sure he suffers as little as possible.
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