Back on Duty

I took the day off yesterday, for some much needed rest for myself. I watched TV, napped, watched TV, napped, ate and folded some clothes. Jan sounded good on the phone and Dylan, Ricky and Doug kept her occupied. She walked a lot and rested and it was good.

Today reminds me that we are not done with this yet. Her pain was up because it hurts when your kidney dies. She received two units of blood in preparation for the OR, there were IV problems with the first unit and a nurse that wouldn't listen. Having been both patient and medical professional, I understand the frustration of the patient and the circumstances that make the professional unable to be completely perfect with every patient. However, the friend in me just gets mad when something makes my friend cry! I want everything to be perfect for her.

And to top it all off, my brother called me today and my mom is in the hospital with pneumonia. I talked to her, she sounds okay, hopefully a doctor will call me tomorrow.

Right now, Jan is awake, with a new IV, a new shift of nurses and done with the transfusion. She's a little groggy from the pain meds.

I'm reminding myself to breathe slowly, slowly, slowly and that it's all good. If it's not good, it's not over.