The Nurse from the VNA came today at about noon, mostly for an introduction and to see if there was an actual patient living here named Pam. You all know the drill; date of birth, weight, and all of the other assorted bits of information that it seems the whole world knows by now. Think about it...how many times do we have to repeat the same information, day in and day out...at the doctor's office, checking into motels and hotels, gaining entrance to our grand kid's school, etc. It's a wonder that the the local supermarket doesn't ask us our date of birth, or what persuasion we are.
The nurse came today.
I must admit to throwing Pam under the bus more than once or twice, telling the nurse that she wasn't doing her exercises as religiously as she should, and she wasn't drinking enough water. I found that was a big mistake right from the get-go.
She also checked Pam's incision and said it looked wonderful. A rebuilt '57 Chevy looks wonderful...a bikini clad twenty-something, looks wonderful. But an incision? Still tied with stitches? I guess it's one's perspective.
She told Pam that she could leave the bandage off from here on out. That was good news, for sure. Less irritation. The stitches come out a week from tomorrow, which puts it exactly two weeks after surgery. Wow, it'll be one full week tomorrow, which reminds me, I'm out of Ritz Crackers. Out of cheese too. Maybe get a little peanut butter.
Blood pressure was good, also her oxygen was good.
Oxygen!! I don't recall having any oxygen at all when I was a kid. Who knew how much we had in our system. If a person was pink, they had oxygen...if they were blue, they were choking. These days everything's oxygen. They say it should be in the mid nineties. Pam's was eighty- nine. She told Pam to take two deep breaths. It went up to ninety-five. The nurse was happy. Go figure. Are six points that important?
Pam's sister, Sue, came today. A two hour trip, all the way from Connecticut. What a nice surprise that was. Pam was in her glory. Sue brought a wonderful lunch, complete with three great sandwich salads...tuna, shrimp, and egg...along with jars of olives, pickled cucumbers, there were three cheese dips, tonic, crackers, and what-have-you. Thanks Sis!! It was great seeing you.
Back to reality.
I had Pam go through all of her exercises after the nurse left, survived all thrown projectiles, bad language, and dagger slinging stares without a hitch. It took the better part of an hour. It's been three hours since her exercises and she finally started speaking to me again. I think it was because it took her that long to catch her breath. Ah...that oxygen again. Maybe if she spent more time breathing instead of holding her breath to show how upset she was at me for being such a drill sergeant about her exercises, she'd have more of that precious oxygen in her system.
I could slack off with my persistence but i do love that gal so.