Since I started taking care of my grandma, I've learned there is a lot that I cannot do. My mom is a registered nurse, so she pretty much takes the lead on everything important. She talks to doctors, nurses, physical therapists and case managers. She makes my schedule and orders me around. She is the head honcho. What do I do? I take grandma to the bathroom.
Assisting my grandma in the bathroom is my number one responsibility. Not to toot my own horn, but the bathroom is a pretty critical part in her recovery. You see, for whatever reason, some insane doctor invented this ridiculous device. I guess it has it's uses, but besides making nurses lives a little easier, I fail to see the actual purpose for a catheter.
After you've lived with a catheter, it's pretty tough to determine when you have to go to the bathroom and accidents happen. Not really a big deal unless you are trying to get someone rehabilitated enough to go home without one.
It took us weeks of hard work (mostly on my mom's part) to get my grandma back to normal after the first catheter. She knows when she has to go to the bathroom, she goes and she's fine. But someone decided they knew better and re-installed the catheter.
Someone crossed the line. Someone decided to interfere with my responsibilities. Someone thinks they can handle the bathroom situation better than I can handle it. I think not.
Mom and I are pissed (pun intended). I'm going to get to the bottom of this...stay tuned.
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