I was all excited about coming here and telling you about the great visit we had this morning with the new gerontologist (who, hilariously, is exactly one year younger than my mother). Because blessedly, this new doctor thinks the hypercalcemia IS the problem, after all, and that the problem has been cured. BUT. She also believes that at my mom’s age, with her history of an hypoxic brain injury, it’s just going to take a few months for the toxic damage that was done by the prolonged hypercalcemia to heal.
Point being this: she does think it WILL HEAL.
I loved her, and so did my mom, and we left there feeling all kinds of hope.
But tonight my mom has a fever and is having trouble finding her words (she says tree when she means water) and we are waiting for the new doctor’s office to call back and tell us what to do. I gave her tylenol (the only NSAID they want her to take while her arm heals) and 45 minutes later her fever is HIGHER.
Ye gods, people.
If it goes up another degree, it’s time to go back to the hospital. My mother has already said she will not go.
I don’t mind waiting for her to heal; I just want off the damn roller coaster for a couple days.
So, cheer me up. Tell me something happy in your life right now. Okay?