Ouch! Hit that brick wall again!
Think S's are bowels are on that slippery road to incontenance. For months now, I have, with the help of the hospice, trying to get some sort of bowel management in place. DN's said it wasn't possible, but now they have admitted, yes it is, they are getting the bowel and bladder people in. Of course, they need at least six years notice to lift a finger. This morning made it obvious that we haven't got that sort of time scale, so after collapsing on to my sister's very broad shoulder. She put a call into the DN's. Eventually they got back to her. In the meantime, as I had to drop a prescription request in the doctors, I asked to see if any these lovely ladies were in. My DN, happened to be there, so again, collapsed on to her shoulder. They really can't cope with tears, can they???? (Hence the Oscar!) The Sister, who had just put the phone down from my sister, walked through the waiting room, finding me in said state! Now, surprise, surprise, she is putting in a priority call, that the bowel people have to respond to. HURRAY! Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of holding my breath.
I am afraid this is a huge red line for me, I won't be able to cope. It will be nursing home time. I thought I was sort of prepared, but I'm not. Surely it's cheaper for a DN to pop in every few days and give an enema, blocking him up the rest of the time, rather than shoving gallons of laxitives down him, that don't work half the time and having him in a home full time? Or am I being naive?
Happy Friday night everyone and special love to NannaB.
Lots of love
Heady