Knee Replacement Surgery
Thursday, February 25th, 2010In talking with a co-worker the other day, I was reminded of one of many of my trips to the hospital with my mother. Since I have been living with her, which started in Sept. of 2003, we have made several trips to the Midwest City Emergency Room which ended up in several hospital stays.
Sometimes you just have to remember to laugh, because life is so serious with everthing that happens on a daily basis, if you don’t laugh you will just bring yourself down and everyone around you. This can really give you a bad taste and outlook on different situations that happen in the course of daily living.
I will start this story by laying the foundation. When I was 16 years old back in the 70’s, my Great Grandmother had to be placed into a nursing home. Three days after she was admitted into the nursing home she passed away. She was placed in there because she couldn’t see well enough to take care of herself anymore, other than that she was healthy. She told my mother at that time that if they put her into the nursing home she would die. My mother made me promise that I would never put her into a nursing home. I have held to that promise, but at 16 I really did not realize everthing that could happen and the changes it would make in my life commitments.
I did have to put her into a rehab part of a nursing home for a very short time, it was only for rehab after a knee replacement surgery. She had one knee totally shot and the other one about half as bad as the other. Part of the program after the total knee repalcement in the hospital was a daily excercise class that she was to participate in. She was in so much pain that she refused to participate and she was given meds like the other patients that had the same thing done. I know that it had to have been very painful, but the exercising would have helped to ease the pain. The instructor warned her that she would take longer to recuperate and would have to go somewhere else if she did not start participating in the exercising classes, but she would not cooperate and was very hateful.
When she heard that she was to go to a nursing time for a short time, she came unglued. I could not leave her at home with an unstable leg to get around on all by herself, and I did have to go to work. I still have my own bills to pay.
They were kind enough to put her across the hall from the nurses station since she was only there for rehab and would be leaving soon, she had a telephone in her room so she could call me. The problem was, they put her into a room with a lady who was permenently bed ridden and not in her right mind. And when you put a another woman in a room that is on pain medicine and not thinking clearly and very upset that she is there in the first place, it makes for a very bad combination. This lady started telling my mother that the nurses were going to take all of her pain medicine and give it to other patients, and when I left she would not get anymore and she would lay there in pain. My mother flipped, I talked to the nurses and let them know what was being said, and they informed me that this lady hallucinates and to not listen to anything she says.
I went back and talked to my mother and she calmed down, but in her mind the lady was crazy and she was in a crazy house. I stayed as late as I could without having slept for two days before I left to go home and take care of our pets and try to get some sleep myself. I had just gotten to sleep around 12:30 in the morning when I received this frantic phone call from my mother, yelling at me to come and get her and bring her home or she was leaving on her own. She said that the lady in her room was crazy and was trying to get her to go into cahoots with her against the nurses. My mother had already called 911 on the telephone in her room, and she was mad as a hornet at them , the police said that there was nothing they could do to help her. I called the police department and apologized for my mother and they acted like this is something that happens all the time.
I went back to the nursing home and told my mother that I would still have to go to work and she would be by herself at home, that she should have exercised with the other knee replacement patients and she wouldn’t be in this predicament. Of course she didn’t want to hear that either. After staying home a couple of days with her at home and arranging for physical therapy to come to the house 2 times a week, she finally came to terms with what she had done and what she needed to be doing. Being alittle hard headed at times is not always a good thing, not to mention some of the pain medicine she was on changed her personality, and made her very mean and angry. Of course since I was the one that was always there, I was also the one that received the blunt of the anger and agression.
I have been there for the knee surgery, three back surgeries, a heart attack, diabetes emergencies high and low, difficulty breathing eye surgeries and other aliments. I am still trying to hold onto the promise I made when I was 16 years old, all the while promising myself that I will never do this to my children. Life is too short and I need to learn to relax and laugh alittle bit more.
I never know what tomorrow holds so I enjoy today and smile, and hope that it puts a smile on someones elses face.