Thursday, December 28, 2006
anyway, i went to work yesterday. i was not in the greatest mood. i did not have a great holiday, it was very stressful and i was ready to go back to work. okay here is the story! we have a resident at the snf who is a high risk elopement, demented as a betsy bug and sleeps with a fork wrapped up in a sock. needless to say, do you think we need to have her real close to then nurse's desk? so i make the suggestion to move this lady to a room that is across from the nurse's desk, away from the doors and she is off of the back hall. sounds realistic and logical to me. so when i leave work on wednesday, i let the charge nurse know that our executive director has said this resident needs to be moved - tonight. so i go into work on yesterday and the lady has not been moved. so i simply asked if the resident did not get moved because the room was not clean. this unit manager, we will call her nurse eyeballs, because she cuts her eyes at people all the time. nurse eyeballs proceeds to go into a tyrade that i can't make room moves at night, i need to get with nursing staff to make any moves and yada yada yada. eyeballs then proceeds to scream for the nurse, we will call her nurse wratchet, hope this spelling is correct, but you get the picture. eyeballs screams, yes i said screamed, did you know that she is moving...just another promise she is supposed to be on another unit!" nurse wratchet screams at me why is resident moving. so as if i need to explain anything to her, i begin to explain the rationale behind moving the resident. remember i make the decisions on room changes. she looks at me down her nose and over her stinking little glasses and screams, "what is that going to solve?" at this point i am fit to be tied. i turn and look at both of these "nurses" - i think they are both a disgrace to the nursing profession - and say "first of all i am not in the problem solving business...i manage chaos...furthermore, i do not question the clinical decisions that you make everyday as you care for your residents; therefore, you will not question my decisions as the director of social services...do i make myself clear?" nurse wratchet proceeds to say, well you don't have to fly off the handle to which i replied you don't have to ask so many damn questions. as i am walking down the hall some other smart ass employee says, well ginny just got her first dose of judy, this would be nurse wratchet. i did not turn around or miss a beat - i said judy just got her first dose of ginny. needless to say nurse wratchet or nurse eyeballs did not have anything to say to me today. this was the first of two major catastrophies that happened yesterday. i will blog on that issue tomorrow. i think i will change the name of my blog to the life and times of a nursing home social worker. again, why could i not be rich instead of so good looking? this is what my father always asked!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
I have decided that 2006 has not been a good year. Well I guess it actually started in December. As many of you know, Stephen's dad was diagnosed with cancer in December. I began my adventure with kidney stones in February. Stephen's dad died in March. More kidney stones in April and May. Left DHR, otherwise known as hell, in May. Had a serious situation with Jamie in May. Started a new job at Medical Center East in May. Got pneumonia in June. Made it through July and August without too many bumps. End of September begins the latest...
On September 27, I am driving down Highway 78 and I black out. Yes I said black out. Some how I managed not to flip my truck and ended up in the Food World parking lot. EMS came and got me and took me to Trinity Medical Center - used to be Montclair. My heart is going crazy, blood pressure is sky rocketing and my blood sugar is over 500. Should I mention that I had just had the ^%&^^%*& scared out of me . Anyway, they thought I had had a MI - heart attack. They admit me to the hospital. On Thursday, I go through my first and hopefully last arteriorgram. The outcome was at the tender age of 31 I have "mild coronary artery disease" - thanks diabetes. The cardiologist said it was not enough to worry about at this time - easy for you to say. They dismiss me from the hospital on Saturday. Don't understand why since I was still tachycardic as well as blood pressure still high. Went back to work on Monday. Get on MICU, get cold, clammy, sweaty, tachycardic, blood pressure - get the picture? Needless to say they put me back in the hospital - October 2 - 6. During this hospitalization, they come to the conclusion that I have H. Pylorei, high blood pressure and hyperthyroidism. Did I mention I have gained 32 pounds since July? Let me just tell those of you who are not 30 yet - it goes down hill - slap down hill. So I have to go on this suicide concoction of antibiotics that actually made me feel worse than when I blacked out and had a tube run up my leg to my heart. So I get out of the hospital on October 6. I won't even go into the war that my doctor and I got into. He basically told me I was a fat ass drug addict. I'll share more later. I go back to work on October 8 only to be written up, or as Medical Center East calls it, "positively redirected" because I had excessive absences. Oh I'm sorry I was a patient in your hospital. HELLO! Anyway, drama continues with "orientation reunion." This was a waste of time. This is where the newest employees of MCE come together to talk about their first six months of employment. Oh my - don't you know that I had an earful for them.
Then we go to Maw Maw's house, and wouldn't you know it - a kidney stone hit from hell. I got to pay a visit to the largest hospital in Georgiana, AL. I did not care what hospital big or small as long as they made the pain go away. Meanwhile back at the ranch, I have decided that I do not like "hospital social work." It is not social work. It is cattle herding. Regardless of whether the patient is medically ready or even socially ready - abuse cases - they have to go if the insurance company says so. I don't get to do social work every day. I only get to clean the shit off the fan after it has hit the fan. As luck would have it, word of mouth made it to a nursing home administrator that there was a disgruntled social worker in the community who loved the nursing home and wanted to go back. I was offered a job as the Director of Social Services at a nursing home in Birmingham, as well as the opportunity to train for the administrator's job. It did not hurt that it was a $10K pay raise. So I turned my notice in. Well guess what? Yep you guessed it I just got out of the hospital again. Monday, October 30, I was readmitted to the hospital with DKA - diabectic ketoacidosis and GI bleed. While in the hospital they found that my right kidney "looked funny." Yes this is comforting. Upon further investigation, it was found that this was medulary calcidosis - I think I spelled it right. This is basically that I have had so many kidney stones in such a short period of time that it has made calcifications on my kidney. Oh did I mention I have five kidney stones in my right kidney as we speak? The good news is though that I am not in kidney failure or anywhere close to it. Most of you are probably thinking why do I even bother getting out of bed. Some days I wander the same thing. But as long as I can go I am going to go. If nothing else maybe this can be comic relief that Murphy's Law still exists. Until the next drama, good night.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Why is it that every time I go to the doctor they have to give me an IV? I drink all the time. I am diabetic. Part of being diabetic is being thirsty all the time hence the reason you drink all the time. Dr. Hamer says, "You are dry...you have fluid behind your right ear drum...a river behind your left ear drum and your heart is racing...oh by the way, have you ever wheezed...well it is back with a vengence...your sinuses are screwed up...I can't see through them!" Nice to see you too doc! So they start an IV - only after three attempts, pump me full of fludis, run Rocephin through the IV and gives me a RX for Endal, coug syrup with a kick, and Zythromax. (For those of you who know me very well, it is usually no less than about 10 sticks to get an IV.) Then my sister says, "Can she go back to work?" His response, "Gosh dang no...she can't go back on the floor sick as she is!" So now here I go back home to call my new boss of all of three weeks to say, "Hey, I have the crud...I can't come back to work till Wednesday." But you know what? God blessed me with this wonderful boss - unlike others I have had - and she said, "OK, get better...we will handle it!" I say, "Am I going to get in trouble?" She says. "Why for being sick?...get well." Oh for the small blessings in life.
Okay it is almost 24 hours later, I still feel like crap. I cough nothing comes up, my chest hurts, and I can't get my breath. OK now I know how CHF patients feel. I don't know who is the worst patient, nurses, social workers or men. It is definately a toss up.
On a happier note, my nephew, Bill, has finally gotten a job and an apartment in Lousiana. He will be at least within an hour of Hannah. I selfishly want things to work out to where we can all be one big happy family, but I the common sense side of me wants Hannah to know her mom and dad. Keep them in your prayers. Another Bass Akward tale later! Love to all!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
We had to be in Ozark, where Glenda lives, at 10:30 am on Saturday. This would mean that the Bass family would have to be out of the door at 6:30AM. For those of you who have known me for a long time - this ain't happening. There is no way that I can get myself and two kids up and dressed and out of the door for a 6 hour trip at this time of the morning.
So we decided to go to Prattville and spend the night, adn then get up Saturday morning to go to Ozark. This worked beautifully. So we get to the hotel in Prattville. Very nice and accomadating. All the kids wanted to do was to go swimming - it had an indoor pool. Okay, fact number one. See I can't understand why women get so upset every summer because their swimsuit does not fit right. MINE HAS NEVER FIT RIGHT! Therefore, it is no surprise to me each summer when I look down to find that intertube around my waist. The kids had fun in the pool, and then every guest of Country Inn and Suites, got to see me almost do a belly flop into the hot tub. Yes, I said belly flop. No one bothered to tell me there were two steps into the hot tub. So as I am "gracefully" trying to get my big behind in the hot tub, I step off of what I thought was the only step, and near about kill myself! So once all that was over, we went back to the room - to sleep.
Well we got to the family reunion. It was great! This is just about the only time that we get to see Maw Maw's side of the family unless someone dies. You all know that it is the truth. We cooked out hamburgers and swam and all that good stuff! We left Glenda's, Stephen's cousin, about two. Tami and Micheal, our friends in Dothan, had a wedding on Saturday morning and visitation Saturday night. So we did not try to do anything with them on Saturday. Sunday we went to their house and cooked out steak and potatoes. Oh my goodness those were the biggest, most tender perfectly cooked steaks I have ever put in my mouth. It was so great to get to spend some time with them. I just wish we had not had to leave. We get to see Micheal more often since he married Tami, but I just hate that it is so far away.
On the way back home, we decided to stop through Grimes, Alabama. This is a very small little town, but it is where Stephen's grandparents are buried - both sets. He tells me Big Mama stories. She died when Stephen was real young. It is a beautiful place. The cemetary is beside a church. There is a huge oak tree there that has to be over 100 years old. As you know Stephen's dad died in March. He and the kids are still having problems - I am too. Anyway, we sat down under the oak tree and talked about the "good times." It was a beautiful day. There was not a cloud in the sky. It was not too hot or windy. It was the most peaceful place. After we left the cemetary, we went to Aunt Sara's house. This is Paw Paw's only living sibling. She is 80 years old. She was so surprised to see us. I think that was the highlight of the trip. We were glad to see everybody, but sitting under the oak tree is what the kids will remember. Finally, life in south Alabama is just a little slower than it is here. It sure was nice to be there - that is at a slow pace.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
jacob lost one of his front teeth - only after it turned brown and lost the blood supply. he is so not into pain. he is having a hard time with paw paw's death and then my dad, papa, left for montana for four months. he is ready for school to be out so he can get just as dirty as he wants to.
stephen has bid on a job at blue cross that would be a very sweet promotion - to the tune of my salary. yes i would keep working because when i am at home i realize how dirty my house is. it is hard to believe he has been at bcbs for 8 years. it must really be nice to work for "the caring company". i think i have made a good move to medical center east. they have recently merged with st. vincent's hospital. this is a good merger because it is now a christian based hospital. children and family comes first. pay is good and more opportunity for promotion.
my sister has lost 123 pounds at last count. the doctors wanted her to have lost 156 pounds by august. i am sure that she will meet that goal. i wish i could lose just 40 pounds.
i am disappointed in that the insulin pump that i had been so excited about is not going to be approved by the fda any time soon. so i am going to have to go back to the doctor and find another one. my diabetes is pretty brittle right now. i can't wait any longer. but when it is ready i know that God will make a way.
i think i have covered everything that has been going on - some of what has been going on i will not discuss over a blog. but those of you who have a clue what i am talking about can call. those of you who don't can still call. love to all.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
This same little girl reminded me that Sunday was Potluck Sunday. She then told me that they always ran out of bananna pudding. In a minute, again she said "we always run out of bananna pudding." I said, "Savannah, do you want me to bring some bananna pudding?" She said, "Oh no I just hope we don't run out of bananna pudding - well okay just bring alot of it." Have a great weekend. Love to all!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I guess another reason why I am up at 2 am is b/c I keep thinking about the events of the past two weeks. As many of you know, Jamie, my daughter, has always been very close to Stephen's parents. Well I am going to share some of the statements that were said by children:
- Jamie had handled the whole disease process pretty well...until we got to the funeral home. She lost it. This is her first major loss. She told me, "I wish I could jump up in there with him and give him one more hug." I told her it was okay to touch him and hug him. She said, "No, he won't hug me back." My heart melted.
- Jacob was so proud of himself when he learned his first memory verse at Upward Bound basketball. It was John 3:16. When he learned it, he got a star. But when he got home, he wanted to call PawPaw and tell him. So we did. I could just feel my father in law smiling through the phone. On Sunday, it was our time to go to the casket for the last time. Jacob was standing there and he was talking. I could not understand what he was saying. I leaned down, and he was saying John 3:16. My heart melted.
Some of you may think I have lost my mind and I have become so mushy and gushy. I am trying so hard to give all those hugs and listen to those small voices. One day, we will wish for just one more day. I am very blessed to have the family that I have and the friends. I hope that all who know me know that I am only a phone call away or an email. Love to all!