She's home

Mom has been in a rehab center since September 28th. Today she was set free.

I called to check in and make sure everything was okay. My sister (who Mom lives with) told me they had made some major changes to Moms medications.

We've noticed in the last couple of weeks that she has been more alert, her speech seems so much better and the confusion doesn't seem near as bad...

The doctor told my sister that the medications Mom was on were contributing to some of her problems. But, she also told me that they had taken Mom off her blood thinner.

Do what?

I've been with her at dinner when they would bring it to her. "Here Nicky, take your Cumidin."

Now they say she doesn't need it? She's had 5 strokes people.

So, I called the doctor. I explain what I've been told and what I've seen at the rehab center.

He agrees, and apologizes. He is sorry that my sister and brother who went to their office earlier today to make sure Moms medication list was correct were given the wrong information!!

aaaaaccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!

So, I call my brother to see what the milligrams the pills were that Mom has...wrong size. Can't even be broken in half to give the proper dosage.

So, I call the doctors office - again. Explain it to the nurse - again. She apologizes - again.

I don't want a freaking apology - we need the correct medications and someone besides me to know the difference!!!

So, they told me to have her take 3 2mg. tablets tonight and they will call in her new prescription for 7.5mg. tablets to pick up tomorrow.

Again I call to talk to my brother about the pills. He asked me to explain it to Mom.

I love her, I truly truly love her....but I wanted to just...well...box her ears as she used to say.

She wanted to argue with me about the dosage (after I told her repeatedly that the doctor says she HAS to take the medicine - Mom it is to thin your blood so that it flows through your brain without causing another stroke. You have been taking this for years and you must take it. They have just adjusted the dosage). Then she wanted to argue because I told her the doctor wants to see her next week to take a blood test instead of in two weeks.

I'm not sure whats going on. It could be the changes due to the changes in medicines - but she wants to argue a lot lately. I do not like to argue - period.

She is a strongly independant woman (which is a good thing) - but this is bordering on majorly stubborn!

So, after 30 minutes of trying repeatedly to explain the new dosage and the need for the medicine, and explaining the change in her doctors appointment, I got off the phone.

I'm tired. Exhausted.

My sister is being promoted to sainthood.