Tomorrow is the first of the new year, and we’re taking our girl back to the hospital. Chuck and Chelsea both caught what I caught before school let out for vacation.
She’s been running hot and cold all day, sweats and then chills. She had a temperature of 100.9 earlier, and that’s pretty high for her.
Despite our best efforts she may have an infection in the wound again. The home health nurse says it still looks good, but there’s a slight odor to it now. I noticed it, too, before she did. Of course, she only comes in once a week, and I see the wound twice a day.
We’ve been on the phone with medical supply companies, making arrangements for the mattress delivery. I’m trying to track down those Derma Care bed pads by MIP. They are exceptional. Chelsea only has the one that the hospital gave her. I tried ordering more, but the ones I ended up ordering have a vinyl backing and are not breathable nor as absorbent as we had wanted. It was hard to tell by the info and picture online what we were getting.
After researching further last night I think I found the company. They’re a Canadian-based company, and most of the automated answering service was in French. I thought I would have better luck, pressing 238 for Tony’s extension, rather than getting Jacque on the phone, but it appears Tony won’t be in until January 5. I was hoping to be able to order these online, but I don’t see that option.
I’m happy Chelsea talked to Chris, the guy at Cork Medical, at the number Amanda, the wound nurse, gave her. If she had ordered the mattress through Cork Medical it would have cost in excess of five thousand dollars. He gave her a web site where she was able to obtain one for twelve hundred. I’m happy to have that taken care of. Looking at all those mattresses was overwhelming. I had no idea which one to buy or even what to look for. Her wound is a grade four so we needed a mattress that would accommodate that. She got an alternating pressure low-air-loss mattress. It looks to be a good one. We have no idea when it will be delivered, but it should be all set up for her when she gets home from her next hospital stay. She was hoping to hold out until the middle of January so that she’d be home for Chuck’s birthday, but with all that’s going on now (her respiratory issues and possibly a slight wound infection) it may be best to get her back in the hospital where they can prescribe more than just oral antibiotics, which she doesn’t tolerate well.
Someone had told her that her bed was only a lease, so she asked Chris about that. He said that after a year it’s hers. Chelsea said he told her that most people who get hospital beds pass away before the year is up. That was a sobering thought that took me aback.
“Oh, my,” I said.
“Well, yeah, but that’s not ME,” Chelsea said.
I got last-minute errands run today, a trip to Walmart, a trip to the post office to ship an auction item, to someone next in line for it, after the first person didn’t respond to repeated notifications. She finally responded, as we were making shipping arrangements with the second person, that she was sorry and didn’t know how she had missed her messages. She said she would still like to contribute, anyway, and did.
Chuck took the van in for an oil change yesterday and then dropped it off to Steve Lile for other work. Besides needing new tires, mounted and balanced, it needs a new transmission kit for a transmission leak, and new latches for the doors so that we can put the door panels back on. We don’t understand why they had been taken off to begin with, but probably there was a reason.
The van will not be ready by Friday or Saturday if we have to take her back to the hospital, but surely just for that short ride to Blue Springs she’ll be okay to ride in the car. She was delivered home by hospital van.
Anyway, here’s to a Happy and HEALTHY New Year. Enjoy your time with loved ones. Cherish every moment. You don’t know how many more moments you have.