||[Jan. 15th, 2007|04:06 pm]
It's been a long time since I did an update on Marsha. Things have been going well since she came out of the hospital this summer. She'd been going to the wound clinic once a month before that. ("Wounds" in medicalese includes bed sores as well as the kind of thing that happens in automobile accidents.) She went in to the hospital because of a wound clinic visit -- they took a look at her and sent her to the hospital, where they revved up the palliative care offers ("we can make dying comfortable -- but only if you want to, of course") and (I conclude in hindsight) gave her a different set of pain killers than she'd been taking in the nursing home, a difference that made her short-term memory act like a disk drive that someone had attacked with an erasing electromagnet. But she came out in two weeks, and her memory problems cleared up after a few days in the nursing home.
After a month out of the hospital she went back clinic. They said "Looks great! Come back in two months." And after two months they said "Come back in three months." That was today -- her next appointment is in two months. The impression I get is that she's holding more or less steady, with the pressure sores looking clean and healthy (for pressure sores) and maybe even shrinking a bit.
She's been doing well in other ways since the hospital, too. Her energy is good, she's been reading e-books on her computer screen in preference to audio books, which means that she can focus on the screen, click to go to the next page, and so forth. ("Page" in this case is about a paragraph, as she sets the font size way up there in order to see it, so that's a lot of clicks.) She'll listen to audio books too, if they're the only version of a book she wants. (Too often there is neither audio nor e-book to be had.)
This last month she's been lower energy than most of the time since the hospital stay, but the last week of the last month she's improved a bit. The only odd thing recently was that the other day while watching CNN she was surprised and annoyed that Larry King Live was in color. I was thinking maybe she'd been misdialing words again (like using "hot" when she meant "cold" or vice versa), but she said "No, 'in color' means what you think it means," and seemed to think I was being quite silly! Reminds me of the time when I was a kid and my family got its first TV -- black and white, but for the first few days I was convinced that it had faint colors, washed out to be sure, but colors. The human mind is a weird and fascinating place.