Mom is going back to Canada tomorrow after a 2-week visit here, to help us out during and after my ICP monitoring. I’ve said it already, and I’ll say it again:
I really appreciate it, and thanks so much, Mom.
On the Monday (4th day of monitoring on Feb 20), I’d hit a 10 on the pain scale and didn’t know what else to do because the nurses were being…shall we say… less than vigilant about getting me medication for it.
I scribbled a note to ask them to let my mom and DH come in outside of normal visiting hours, and they did. The advantage of their timing was that they also got to speak directly to my neurosurgeon when he popped in to see me (“Give her pain meds, dammit!”). It worked.
I think Mom’s visit made things much easier on DH, because it was the first time I’d had a major neurosurgery on my cranium with DH, and we didn’t know how quickly I’d be back on my feet afterward because the ICP monitoring wasn’t going to actually improve my condition – just rule a cause out.
Still feeling crappy, but hopefully DH got a bit of a break.