‘What a difference a day makes’, well it does when the day before relatives have pointed out short-comings in the care being provided to patients. The nurse was the same but everything else was different, patients were asked how they were, charts were completed and needs were attended to promptly.
Son phoned me this morning, a good sign. He was feeling much better, the nurse looking after him last night had done what he needed, communicated with him, and a doctor had seen him and at least tried to reassure him about his progress. Two basic actions which had been absent in the preceding days.
By the time we saw him he was not feeling as good, but there again he was tired, possibly due to the fact that he is still not eating. The set backs of the last few days have mentally knocked him sideways, he has lost his positive attitude and is, literally, terrified that if he eats his stoma will fail to perform and he will be left in pain with no one doing anything about it for hours. Hopefully time and reassurance will help him to overcome this present phobia but this lack of nutrition is definitely going to slow down his recovery in the short term, and we don’t have time. Tinkerbell is now officially ‘due’, thank heavens baby is showing no sign of putting in an appearance yet but the most grace we can expect now is 10 days. DIL is looking well and remaining, in public at least, remarkably upbeat, although a cuddle from this wicked MIL can cause the tears to flow.
Much happier Mum today, not currently punching the walls!