Big Kid had a fall yesterday when he was trying to get to his chair. He landed on his knees, but they're ok. He figured he had some bad knee karma coming for laughing so hard when I fell on my face. ;-)
As a result, the staff are insisting that he hit the call button before he tries to get up, so someone will be there to watch him fall (as opposed to throwing themselves under him to keep him from cracking his noggin). I'm just kidding.
The only problem with that is that sometimes it takes them 20 minutes to respond, and if he has to go to the bathroom, it might be too late.
Littlebit, thank you so much for the kind words and advice. I'm absolutely going to find out if there are things Big Kid can do other than leg lifts and extentions in bed, and hand weights, etc.
I think I'm a little worried about the wasted time. Big Kid is apathetic by nature, and gives up easily when frustrated. Right now he is calm and motivated to get moving, in a week he may not be. If he loses his motivation, it's going to take the healing process a lot longer. Those of you who've read my blog for a long time will probably get where I'm going with this.
Bi-polar disorder is ugly that way. Meds aren't the perfect fix-it-all, and when Big Kid gets a case of the uglies, it can get really, really ugly.
Last night he called me in tears. "I just want to die," he wept. Turns out his friend, who had been staying at Kitty's house, stole a bunch of his video games and took off. This is not the first time a "friend" has stolen from him, mostly because Big Kid isn't a real good judge of character and chooses dirtbags to hang out with. But the betrayal stung because he tries to have faith in the innate goodness of people.
After I got him calmed down, I called Kitty to find out what in the world possessed her to tell him something like that right now, when she knows how fragile he is emotionally and physically. "Well, he had to find out sometime", was all she said. Yeah, but now? Right now? It happened a couple of weeks ago, not last night. She couldn't wait a couple more weeks to tell him? She hung up on me.
I never raised my voice. I wasn't nasty either. So lovely. Today we get to sort out a 47-year-old-going-on-16-year-old's passive aggressive BS. I've got half a mind to break my bunny-slippered foot up her butt.
Called the night nurse and explained the situation. Asked her if she'd check on him a little more often and try to assess his emotional condition and to call if she thought we should drive down into the city to spend the night with him.
Today, hopefully Big Kid will get the stomach tube out and the pic line. Positive steps! We want him home for Christmas!