I found a place to shoot pool the night before last. It is called Bola Ocho (8 Ball). It felt good to have a normal night. Besides having to speak Spanish, it felt like I was back home. I convinced my driver, and new friend, to go with me until I felt safe. The pool hall was really nice. It was much nicer than the ones in the states. There were mostly businessmen in their suits blowing off some steam after work. It was clean, there was no smoking, and there were actually waiters that racked your balls for you after each game. The wings were delicious too!
Melchor shot a couple of games with me, but he had never played and I could tell he was not enjoying himself. He told me he would just sit and keep an eye on me. I shot around by myself when I noticed that the guy at the table next to me was shooting by himself. I asked him, in my broken Spanish, if he would like to play with me. He thought about it for a minute and then said yes. I got REALLY lucky because Antonio speaks some English. More English than I speak Spanish. So, he spoke in English to me all night and I spoke to him in Spanish. I found out he is an artist and an architect. We had so much fun playing together that we agreed to meet up the next night.
The next night we shot a few games of pool and then just sat and talked for a couple hours. I asked him what he was doing the next day after work and he said he was going to fix his mountain bike. Then, he changed his mind. He asked me if I would like to go to Santiago Mexico (about 40 min away from Monterrey). He said he had driven through and really wanted to go spend the day there.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Waking Up from the Coma
Today is the big day! Dr Cantu told us that he would stop the ketamine at 8am and to be at the hospital by 10am. At 9:40am he texted me on WhatsApp and told me that she woke up from the coma very calm and was doing so well that they were going to extubate (disconnect her feeding tube and ventilator) at 1:00pm! We went ahead and left for the hospital, since Melchor was already on his way.
It was nice to see her without the machines attached to her. It is unnerving to watch a machine breathe for someone. She was still, very much out of it from the ketamine. She just lay there with her eyes closed making strange faces. At 3:00pm she began moving her legs a lot. She is spitting up some, but they said this was normal. Bibb, of course, is micromanaging every move the ICU nurses make and expecting me to relay the message in Spanish (Note: I speak VERY little Spanish and certainly NO medical Spanish) Lol.
I think we will spend the night in the ICU tonight. Neither of us want Mom to wake up and there not be anyone here for her.
We ran back to the hotel long enough to throw a few things into a suitcase and pick up a pizza to go at CPK. Back at the hospital Bibb and I set up shop for the night. There were 2 other families "camping out" in the ICU waiting room. Bibb was the first to go back, then me, then Mom asked for Bibb again. By this time it was 9:30 and I was starting to get tired. I decided to try to get some rest while Bibb was with her. Between washing my face, brushing my teeth, and trying to get comfortable on the hard waiting room floor, it took me an hour to semi fall asleep. All of a sudden I hear, in an angered whisper, "AMANDA! What happened to you coming to relieve me?! It is 6AM!" I shot up from the floor exhausted and disoriented. "I'm sorry! Why didn't you come get me?! Don't be mad at me! I didn't even have my cell phone to set an alarm because you never brought it back to me!" "Here." Bibb said handing me my, now dead, cell phone. I went back to the ICU room and spent the next few hours exhausted and taking care of mom. (Note: there are no windows in the ICU room, so I have no idea how light or dark it is outside). All of a sudden I notice some numbers on one of Mom's monitors that appears to be changing every 60 seconds, but it can't be
It was nice to see her without the machines attached to her. It is unnerving to watch a machine breathe for someone. She was still, very much out of it from the ketamine. She just lay there with her eyes closed making strange faces. At 3:00pm she began moving her legs a lot. She is spitting up some, but they said this was normal. Bibb, of course, is micromanaging every move the ICU nurses make and expecting me to relay the message in Spanish (Note: I speak VERY little Spanish and certainly NO medical Spanish) Lol.
I think we will spend the night in the ICU tonight. Neither of us want Mom to wake up and there not be anyone here for her.
We ran back to the hotel long enough to throw a few things into a suitcase and pick up a pizza to go at CPK. Back at the hospital Bibb and I set up shop for the night. There were 2 other families "camping out" in the ICU waiting room. Bibb was the first to go back, then me, then Mom asked for Bibb again. By this time it was 9:30 and I was starting to get tired. I decided to try to get some rest while Bibb was with her. Between washing my face, brushing my teeth, and trying to get comfortable on the hard waiting room floor, it took me an hour to semi fall asleep. All of a sudden I hear, in an angered whisper, "AMANDA! What happened to you coming to relieve me?! It is 6AM!" I shot up from the floor exhausted and disoriented. "I'm sorry! Why didn't you come get me?! Don't be mad at me! I didn't even have my cell phone to set an alarm because you never brought it back to me!" "Here." Bibb said handing me my, now dead, cell phone. I went back to the ICU room and spent the next few hours exhausted and taking care of mom. (Note: there are no windows in the ICU room, so I have no idea how light or dark it is outside). All of a sudden I notice some numbers on one of Mom's monitors that appears to be changing every 60 seconds, but it can't be
Friday, June 10, 2016
Day 2 of the Coma
Mom started moving some today. I could've sworn when I walked in, held her hand, and told her "It's Amanda. I'm right here," that she mouthed my name. I know they told me this would happen, but it is still freaking me out...I mean she REALLY moves sometimes. It looks as if she can feel all the tubes running down her throat, which is really bothersome to me. They keep telling me I shouldn't stay the night here, but I worry that she will be able to tell I'm not here and I feel guilty because I know that if it were me in that bed, she wouldn't leave my side. She would be sitting in this hard upright chair, brushing my hair, holding my hand and probably attempting to put makeup on me lol. I'm crying just thinking about it.
I called Dad while I was sitting next to her. I was on the phone laughing and talking when her ventilator monitor started going nuts and she jolted in bed and moaned some. I told Sarah that I was worried that the stress of feeling as if my father was there made her freak out. Sarah laughed and told me I needed to write that down to tell her when she woke up...Sorry about that phone call Mom!
I called Dad while I was sitting next to her. I was on the phone laughing and talking when her ventilator monitor started going nuts and she jolted in bed and moaned some. I told Sarah that I was worried that the stress of feeling as if my father was there made her freak out. Sarah laughed and told me I needed to write that down to tell her when she woke up...Sorry about that phone call Mom!
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Sabrina's Story
We moved into our new house in Oxford, GA back in May of 2006. In June, something happened that would change my mom's life forever. Mom had been rushing around getting the new house and yard looking perfect before my Dad's family came over the 4th of July. The two of us were home alone one day. I was sitting at the kitchen bar on my computer and Mom was outside gardening.
All of the sudden I heard something I had never heard...my mom curse. She walked inside grasping her wrist and very calmly said, "Amanda, I think I'm going to need you to take me to the hospital." She removed her hand to inspect her injury and blood began gushing from her arm. She quickly grasped it again and reiterated, "Yes. Yes. I need to get to the ER." We had just moved to the area! I had no idea where the nearest hospital was! I begged her to let me call 911, but she insisted I not do that and go get a neighbor instead. The neighbor's house was 2 acres away...not that far, but when you're panicked, it seemed like forever. I was screaming as I ran to the house. "Help me! My mom is going to bleed out! Help!!" No one was at home. I was delirious! Hearing all the commotion, three women ran out from the house across the street. I rushed them to the house.
When I opened the door and saw our 2 dogs, they refused to come in. "Put the dogs away! Put the dogs away!" I kept saying "Please! My mom is going to die! Help her! They won't hurt you!" I shoed the dogs out the closest door into the backyard and let the ladies in. Little did I know, however, that when Mom had come into the house, through another door, she had left it opened. Our sweet, concerned, intelligent dogs made one big circle back into the house. Now I had 0 help, 1 mom bleeding on the floor, 2 dogs running through the house, and 3 women standing on our kitchen counters. I shoed them out again and made sure they couldn't finagle their way back. All that commotion, and running around and what did the 3 ladies do?...they dialed 911.
I found out what had happened outside. Mom was trying to pry the plug out of the bottom of a pot so it could drain. She got a pair of Fishers scissors, wrapped her other arm around the pot, and began jabbing at the plug trying to loosen it. She slipped and the scissors shot straight into her wrist.
She was rushed by ambulance to the hospital where they interrogated me as to my mom's happiness and will to live. It took a lot to convince them that my mom was not suicidal. They said she was lucky that the scissors were dull enough to push past her major artery without severing it. She left with a couple stitches and a clean bill of health. Over the next couple days, however, Mom realized that something was terribly wrong. Her hand began to burn and curl up to where she couldn't open it. We dealt with moronic doctors who told her it was all in her head and that she needed to "suck it up and manipulate her hand." They sent her to physical therapy, which only made things worse.
The pain began to spread up her left arm, then down her right arm, her legs, and even her vocal chords. Most days she couldn't walk at all and was confined to bed or a wheelchair. She couldn't drive. She couldn't be touched. Even the light touch of a sheet was excruciating. Some days she couldn't speak. She said it felt like her body had been doused in oil and set on fire while her bones were being crushed. She was on so many different medications and none of them touched the pain.
She finally found a doctor who diagnosed her with Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD), also known as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS). They tried everything relieve her bone-crushing pain: Nerve blocks, ketamine treatments, she even went to a doctor in St Louis who cut along the major nerves in her legs to try to release some of the pressure on them. A family friend did some research and contacted Mom one day. They were running a controversial study through a doctor in Tampa, where they were sending the most severe RSD cases to Mexico to be induced into a coma using a really high dose of ketamine. This would, hopefully, reboot her brain (much like you would reboot a computer) and reset her nervous system. We travelled to and from Tampa over the course of the next few months for Dr Kirkpatrick to test Mom's pain threshold, video her, ask her questions, etc.
When the time finally came for the coma I was scared. We knew there was a chance that she could die, be a vegetable, or worse...that it might not work and she would still be alive and in excruciating pain. She was willing to try anything though. A life in as much pain as she was in, is no life at all. I couldn't talk to her while she was in Mexico (none of the people who went with her were very tech savvy). That was difficult to say the least. I just sat and waited for a whole month. Not knowing what was going on. If she was okay or not.
When she came back it didn't seem as if the treatment had worked. She was in even worse shape than before, but as the weeks progressed she got better, and better. We had gotten our mom back! The next 8 years were spent thouroughly enjoying life. There is nothing like RSD to make you grab life by the balls and scream "Carpe Diem!!!" We went to Peru for a month. We hiked through the Amazon, walked around Machu Picchu, rode dune buggies and went sand boarding, swam with sea lions, played with monkeys. We went out dancing and to concerts! It was the best 8 years of both of our lives.
This past January (2016) mom was out doing yard work again. She came inside and felt fine. That night when her boyfriend stopped by, he noticed that her knuckle was red and swollen with 2 puncture wounds in the middle. "It looks like you got bit by a spider." No one thought anything of it. On January 20, Mom and I went to a wine and cheese pairing class at Vino Venue, where I work. When we got back to my apartment, she complained that her arm was hurting. "Must have developed wine-drinkers' elbow," I joked. Two days later she called me...it was the call I had been dreading for 8 years. "It's back," she said. "I had 8 wonderful years that I am so grateful to God for, but it's back." Retriggered by a nonvenomous, non painful spider bite.
Not only was it back, but it was worse than before. The pain had migrated into her head. She said head RSD is worse than any other kind she had experienced thus far. Dr Rollins and his team worked tirelessly to stop it from spreading. They managed to get it out of her head, but she was still right back where she was before the coma.
So here we are again. In Monterrey, Mexico for another ketamine coma....I'm scared and hopeful and emotional and trying to be strong for my mom and sister, all at the same time. I feel as if the world is spinning around me too fast for me to process how I should act or what I should do. The only thing I can do is try to hold on until it stops.
All of the sudden I heard something I had never heard...my mom curse. She walked inside grasping her wrist and very calmly said, "Amanda, I think I'm going to need you to take me to the hospital." She removed her hand to inspect her injury and blood began gushing from her arm. She quickly grasped it again and reiterated, "Yes. Yes. I need to get to the ER." We had just moved to the area! I had no idea where the nearest hospital was! I begged her to let me call 911, but she insisted I not do that and go get a neighbor instead. The neighbor's house was 2 acres away...not that far, but when you're panicked, it seemed like forever. I was screaming as I ran to the house. "Help me! My mom is going to bleed out! Help!!" No one was at home. I was delirious! Hearing all the commotion, three women ran out from the house across the street. I rushed them to the house.
When I opened the door and saw our 2 dogs, they refused to come in. "Put the dogs away! Put the dogs away!" I kept saying "Please! My mom is going to die! Help her! They won't hurt you!" I shoed the dogs out the closest door into the backyard and let the ladies in. Little did I know, however, that when Mom had come into the house, through another door, she had left it opened. Our sweet, concerned, intelligent dogs made one big circle back into the house. Now I had 0 help, 1 mom bleeding on the floor, 2 dogs running through the house, and 3 women standing on our kitchen counters. I shoed them out again and made sure they couldn't finagle their way back. All that commotion, and running around and what did the 3 ladies do?...they dialed 911.
I found out what had happened outside. Mom was trying to pry the plug out of the bottom of a pot so it could drain. She got a pair of Fishers scissors, wrapped her other arm around the pot, and began jabbing at the plug trying to loosen it. She slipped and the scissors shot straight into her wrist.
She was rushed by ambulance to the hospital where they interrogated me as to my mom's happiness and will to live. It took a lot to convince them that my mom was not suicidal. They said she was lucky that the scissors were dull enough to push past her major artery without severing it. She left with a couple stitches and a clean bill of health. Over the next couple days, however, Mom realized that something was terribly wrong. Her hand began to burn and curl up to where she couldn't open it. We dealt with moronic doctors who told her it was all in her head and that she needed to "suck it up and manipulate her hand." They sent her to physical therapy, which only made things worse.
The pain began to spread up her left arm, then down her right arm, her legs, and even her vocal chords. Most days she couldn't walk at all and was confined to bed or a wheelchair. She couldn't drive. She couldn't be touched. Even the light touch of a sheet was excruciating. Some days she couldn't speak. She said it felt like her body had been doused in oil and set on fire while her bones were being crushed. She was on so many different medications and none of them touched the pain.
She finally found a doctor who diagnosed her with Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy (RSD), also known as Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS). They tried everything relieve her bone-crushing pain: Nerve blocks, ketamine treatments, she even went to a doctor in St Louis who cut along the major nerves in her legs to try to release some of the pressure on them. A family friend did some research and contacted Mom one day. They were running a controversial study through a doctor in Tampa, where they were sending the most severe RSD cases to Mexico to be induced into a coma using a really high dose of ketamine. This would, hopefully, reboot her brain (much like you would reboot a computer) and reset her nervous system. We travelled to and from Tampa over the course of the next few months for Dr Kirkpatrick to test Mom's pain threshold, video her, ask her questions, etc.
When the time finally came for the coma I was scared. We knew there was a chance that she could die, be a vegetable, or worse...that it might not work and she would still be alive and in excruciating pain. She was willing to try anything though. A life in as much pain as she was in, is no life at all. I couldn't talk to her while she was in Mexico (none of the people who went with her were very tech savvy). That was difficult to say the least. I just sat and waited for a whole month. Not knowing what was going on. If she was okay or not.
When she came back it didn't seem as if the treatment had worked. She was in even worse shape than before, but as the weeks progressed she got better, and better. We had gotten our mom back! The next 8 years were spent thouroughly enjoying life. There is nothing like RSD to make you grab life by the balls and scream "Carpe Diem!!!" We went to Peru for a month. We hiked through the Amazon, walked around Machu Picchu, rode dune buggies and went sand boarding, swam with sea lions, played with monkeys. We went out dancing and to concerts! It was the best 8 years of both of our lives.
This past January (2016) mom was out doing yard work again. She came inside and felt fine. That night when her boyfriend stopped by, he noticed that her knuckle was red and swollen with 2 puncture wounds in the middle. "It looks like you got bit by a spider." No one thought anything of it. On January 20, Mom and I went to a wine and cheese pairing class at Vino Venue, where I work. When we got back to my apartment, she complained that her arm was hurting. "Must have developed wine-drinkers' elbow," I joked. Two days later she called me...it was the call I had been dreading for 8 years. "It's back," she said. "I had 8 wonderful years that I am so grateful to God for, but it's back." Retriggered by a nonvenomous, non painful spider bite.
Not only was it back, but it was worse than before. The pain had migrated into her head. She said head RSD is worse than any other kind she had experienced thus far. Dr Rollins and his team worked tirelessly to stop it from spreading. They managed to get it out of her head, but she was still right back where she was before the coma.
So here we are again. In Monterrey, Mexico for another ketamine coma....I'm scared and hopeful and emotional and trying to be strong for my mom and sister, all at the same time. I feel as if the world is spinning around me too fast for me to process how I should act or what I should do. The only thing I can do is try to hold on until it stops.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Coma Day
The day began normal. We rushed around to get ready. Skyped my sister, grandma, and Mom's boyfriend (who were all out eating at Applebee's together). Rushed to the hospital. Found out we needed the confirmation number for the bank transfer and spent an hour at hospital admissions trying to get that. The next thing I knew, there I was in ICU being told it was time to leave so they could put my mom into an induced coma. I could have said something comforting, something insightful. I could have told her how much I loved her and that it was going to kill me to even spend a week without her. I could have held her and told her how strong and inspiring she was and that I knew she would be okay. I could have told her that she was the most amazing person I knew and how there were so many people praying for her and how God was going to wrap his arms around her and protect her. There I was...and all I could say as I gently leaned down to hug her was "I'll see you in a week." It's all I've been able to think about all day.
The ICU waiting room was occupied by two families who looked like they were dealing with a lot and I didn't want to intrude, so I made my way back to the lobby. I sat down in the cafe and waited for the okay to go back and see Mom. I was crying and laughing thinking about happy times before the CRPS came back and consumed our lives. I'm sure I looked like a crazy person. I thought I had finally gotten myself under control when Dr. Cantu came down and asked me how I was doing...apparently not well because I became a blubbering mess again. He explained exactly what they did to Mom and told me he would find out the visiting hours and text them to me.
Un ratita (a little while) later Sarah showed up with lunch for me. Sarah is the mother of another coma ketamine patient, Jessica. They moved here from Naples, FL two years ago to be close to Dr Cantu for treatments. Sarah has been a Godsend. She speaks fluent Spanish now and has arranged all our rides, the money transfer, our hotel. She even got us a great deal on the hotel, since she has stayed there so many times. I truly don't know how we would have managed without her. She gave me the grand tour of the hospital. How to get food at the cafe (more difficult than it sounds), withdrawal pesos, and "sneak" into the ICU. I got to meet her other daughter, Michelle, who is visiting from FL for the summer. We got along so well. It's going to be nice having them around for the week. It makes me feel much less alone.
We hung out and talked until 4:30. I still hadn't heard back as to whether or not I could go see Mom, so I texted Dr Cantu and asked...he said I could. I braced myself as I stepped into the room I had left her in. Sarah had prepared me for the spectacle of tubes and machines I would see hooked up to my mom, but it was still difficult. I asked Dr. Cantu if it would still hurt for me to touch her. He said that she was getting so much ketamine that she wouldn't feel pain. So I held her hand and rubbed her arm, things I haven't been able to do since January. I talked to her and told her how well she did. I read some of my cooking magazines and talked to her about the different recipes (I knew if I did that she would feel my presence and know it was me there lol). I told her I loved her and that I would think of something much more eloquent to say to her when she woke up.
The ICU waiting room was occupied by two families who looked like they were dealing with a lot and I didn't want to intrude, so I made my way back to the lobby. I sat down in the cafe and waited for the okay to go back and see Mom. I was crying and laughing thinking about happy times before the CRPS came back and consumed our lives. I'm sure I looked like a crazy person. I thought I had finally gotten myself under control when Dr. Cantu came down and asked me how I was doing...apparently not well because I became a blubbering mess again. He explained exactly what they did to Mom and told me he would find out the visiting hours and text them to me.
Un ratita (a little while) later Sarah showed up with lunch for me. Sarah is the mother of another coma ketamine patient, Jessica. They moved here from Naples, FL two years ago to be close to Dr Cantu for treatments. Sarah has been a Godsend. She speaks fluent Spanish now and has arranged all our rides, the money transfer, our hotel. She even got us a great deal on the hotel, since she has stayed there so many times. I truly don't know how we would have managed without her. She gave me the grand tour of the hospital. How to get food at the cafe (more difficult than it sounds), withdrawal pesos, and "sneak" into the ICU. I got to meet her other daughter, Michelle, who is visiting from FL for the summer. We got along so well. It's going to be nice having them around for the week. It makes me feel much less alone.
We hung out and talked until 4:30. I still hadn't heard back as to whether or not I could go see Mom, so I texted Dr Cantu and asked...he said I could. I braced myself as I stepped into the room I had left her in. Sarah had prepared me for the spectacle of tubes and machines I would see hooked up to my mom, but it was still difficult. I asked Dr. Cantu if it would still hurt for me to touch her. He said that she was getting so much ketamine that she wouldn't feel pain. So I held her hand and rubbed her arm, things I haven't been able to do since January. I talked to her and told her how well she did. I read some of my cooking magazines and talked to her about the different recipes (I knew if I did that she would feel my presence and know it was me there lol). I told her I loved her and that I would think of something much more eloquent to say to her when she woke up.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Leaving the Clinic
With the infusions not working, we packed our things and prepared to move back to the hotel. A couple days ago Yolanda, the woman who cleaned our clinic room, came in and Mom and I tried to give her a tip. She seemed nervous and said something really fast that I couldn't make out. We thought maybe she would get in trouble if she took it. The only word I could make out was Lunes (Monday).
So, here it is...Monday. I handed her the tip and she still didn't want to take it. Are you sure? She kept asking in Spanish. She was touched. About 30 min later she came back. She gave me a big hug. Then she walked over to Mom's bed. She placed something in Mom's hands and then clasped them gently in her own and said something to her. I wish I knew what she had said. Even in another language I could tell it was something incredibly powerful and heartfelt. She kissed Mom on the head and walked out of the room. When Mom opened her hand she found this...
She was so touched that she started crying, then I started crying. Love and compassion crosses all boundaries and negates all social, lingual, and racial barriers. Thank you so much to everyone at the Ave clinic. We will never forget Yolanda, Rolando, Dr. Balli, or Adriana.
Back at the hotel, we tried to grab a bite for dinner, but just as our entrees were set down, Mom began to cry. She said she was sad that she was in so much pain. I asked her why she was sad..."Wednesday will be the first day of the rest of your life! You can cry because you're in pain, but don't cry because you're sad. Sad crying is for people who have lost all hope. Be ecstatic that you are getting your life back this week!" We immediately got the check and to go boxes and rushed back to the room. I texted Dr. Cantu that I thought Mom's pain pump must be out of medication and that she was in excruciating pain. When he arrived and looked at the pump he looked up at me and said "The valve is closed." Boy did I feel like a moron. I just knew that mom had opened the valve and didn't even bother to check it. He said it needed to be refilled anyways, which made me feel a little better.
So, here it is...Monday. I handed her the tip and she still didn't want to take it. Are you sure? She kept asking in Spanish. She was touched. About 30 min later she came back. She gave me a big hug. Then she walked over to Mom's bed. She placed something in Mom's hands and then clasped them gently in her own and said something to her. I wish I knew what she had said. Even in another language I could tell it was something incredibly powerful and heartfelt. She kissed Mom on the head and walked out of the room. When Mom opened her hand she found this...
She was so touched that she started crying, then I started crying. Love and compassion crosses all boundaries and negates all social, lingual, and racial barriers. Thank you so much to everyone at the Ave clinic. We will never forget Yolanda, Rolando, Dr. Balli, or Adriana.
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| Mom and Dr. Balli |
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| Rolando giving Mom her medicine |
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Day 3
I was exhausted today. So tired, that when Cantu came in to do Mom's booster I fell asleep (some vigilant caregiver I am, right?). I had the strangest dreams.
In one dream:
Mom and I were at a horse show and she saw a hat and vest she wanted to buy for Laura, but it was expensive. The guy's wife, who was working the booth, said if I could do a shot of Whiskey faster than her husband, we could have the hat and vest for free. They kept cheating though. The first shot she filled my glass with ice and her husband's without. The second time she left the wrapper over my mini bottle to block most of the opening....How's that for a random dream?!
The second part of my dream:
I was walking down the road when I felt like I was being followed. A white car was driving really slowly behind me. When a man jumped out of the car, I took off running. I tried to hide. All of a sudden I started hearing this distant beeping. I heard him scream, "I have a tracking device and I'm going to find you!"The beeping kept getting louder and louder! All of a sudden.....
There I was back in the clinic room, but I could still hear the beeping. It was Mom's heart monitor LMAO! The sound of her heart monitor made it into my dream!
Dr. Cantu gave mom a little ball filled with pain medicine for her to control and use when she needed it. It is helping so much! I had opened the valve when she first woke up from her booster to let it run 30min so that the medicine would reach her veins. That way, when she was in pain, and she released the valve, the medicine would go straight into her vein and not have to travel down the IV first. In true Amanda form though I forgot to set my timer and let it run for 3 hours. When I realized what I had done, I turned it off. There is enough medicine in there to last 48 hrs if run nonstop, so its not a big deal that it was left running, but I was curious to see if the third booster was a charm. It wasn't.
9:30 Stopped pain pump
9:55 In pain again (released valve)
10:30 Out of pain
...coma it is.
In one dream:
Mom and I were at a horse show and she saw a hat and vest she wanted to buy for Laura, but it was expensive. The guy's wife, who was working the booth, said if I could do a shot of Whiskey faster than her husband, we could have the hat and vest for free. They kept cheating though. The first shot she filled my glass with ice and her husband's without. The second time she left the wrapper over my mini bottle to block most of the opening....How's that for a random dream?!
The second part of my dream:
I was walking down the road when I felt like I was being followed. A white car was driving really slowly behind me. When a man jumped out of the car, I took off running. I tried to hide. All of a sudden I started hearing this distant beeping. I heard him scream, "I have a tracking device and I'm going to find you!"The beeping kept getting louder and louder! All of a sudden.....
There I was back in the clinic room, but I could still hear the beeping. It was Mom's heart monitor LMAO! The sound of her heart monitor made it into my dream!
Dr. Cantu gave mom a little ball filled with pain medicine for her to control and use when she needed it. It is helping so much! I had opened the valve when she first woke up from her booster to let it run 30min so that the medicine would reach her veins. That way, when she was in pain, and she released the valve, the medicine would go straight into her vein and not have to travel down the IV first. In true Amanda form though I forgot to set my timer and let it run for 3 hours. When I realized what I had done, I turned it off. There is enough medicine in there to last 48 hrs if run nonstop, so its not a big deal that it was left running, but I was curious to see if the third booster was a charm. It wasn't.
9:30 Stopped pain pump
9:55 In pain again (released valve)
10:30 Out of pain
...coma it is.
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