We’ve had a crazy week.
Crazy emotional, crazy busy, crazy worried.
Monday morning, the nursing home couldn’t get Gram to wake up. She was breathing, but not responding. They examined her, and found a fever and high white count….so they called mom to tell her they were sending her to the hospital.
She was in the ER for several hours. We thought she might have a UTI or something and get IV fluids and go back. But her situation took a scary turn.
In the ER, they started using words like “sepsis”- which are NOT GOOD. I held her hand and cried.
I went up there Monday at lunch and stayed with her while she got her central line (she’s notorious for being a tough IV stick….so she got a central line in order for her to get any medicine)….and then by the end of the day, she was in the ICU with a sepsis diagnosis.
Her coloring was awful. Her blood pressure was all over the place and crazy low. Her heart rate was high (which is a bad combo with the low pressure). They were asking questions about life saving measures such and her DNR. We were told how grave the situation was: 50% of people die from sepsis.
It’s an infection in your blood. Your whole body is sick.
We thought we might lose her. They couldn’t get her stable. She was so sick.
But thankfully, she started getting better. Yesterday, she was talking, eating, doing a bit of therapy.
She is still really sick, but improving.
She is having ICU delirium, so she is struggling mentally, but her body is getting better.
This little lady sure knows how to put us through the ringer. But I’m grateful for every day we get with her. She’s a fighter.