That Was Yesterday
I called Susan yesterday evening. She said things were going well, but then later in the conversation mentioned that her pain was about a 3 or 4, which she said for most people is probably a 6 or 7. I told her this was totally unacceptable, especially considering she is getting hospice care. She didn’t seem to be too worried about it, but that is how she always “seems.” I have told her time and time again not to be a martyr, and to take those pain meds. Yeah, I know. It’s easy for me to sit here and say that, but I mean every word.
She had told me last week that Hospice was going to be coming into her home on Tuesdays and Thursdays for 4 hours each. Yesterday, she said they are actually coming in Monday through Saturday for 3 hours a day, and then 2 hours on Sunday. She told me they are making a big deal out of acquiring a hospital bed, which she does not want any part of. I can’t blame her there. They have provided her a chair to go in the bathtub, and she is okay with that.
She said her 3 dogs have all been adopted out to friends. She still has her 3 kitties. Although she registered no trace of sadness (she never does), my heart ached for her. Just one more piece of her life that’s gone. I told her I would call her on Friday. I’ve been calling every other day, because I don’t know when I will be talking to her for the last time, and I want her to hear from her old friend.
It’s time for me to go log in on my work PC. I hope today is a better day, not only for me but also for you.
