A lot has been going on with Daddy this week that has kept us both pretty busy. I called the Podiatrist’s office Monday about his heel, and they said he would come by Wednesday evening. The regular Hospice nurse came and took a look at it and changed the bandages, telling me that the key thing was to keep the blister from breaking open. She promised that we would get the rippling kind of mattress this week, too, which is supposed to help with pressure sores, such as those on his bottom and heel.
Monday night was the worst I’ve had with Daddy. His usual bedtime is 6:30, but he wasn’t sleepy then. That’s not too surprising, since he sleeps so much during the day, but part of his night medicine is a Tylenol PM, so I can’t let him stay up too late after taking that, or it would be dangerous to try to transfer him into bed. So, I put him to bed a little after 7:00PM. He spent the next 5 hours talking wildly about things like when was he going home, who were all those people, where was his bed, where was I going to sleep, and on and on. He would call me to the back every 15 or 20 minutes, and nothing I told him appeased him. When I told him he was already in bed, he would disagree, telling me he was in the car, and wanted to go home. About midnight he finally went to sleep, but the whole craziness started over again off and on every few hours until it was time to get up.
Not surprisingly, he was wobbly all day Tuesday, and I was worn out, too. So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night I gave him 2 Tylenol PM! He slept soundly, and his walking was much better during the day. His appetite has even shown signs of improving a little.
His Podiatrist ended up coming out yesterday evening. He immediately set to cutting the whole top of the blister off!! Mind you, Hospice had told me to do everything I could to keep the blister intact. I was SO glad I had called him! He showed me a dark place in the tissue that was already beginning to develop into a deep decubitus ulcer, and said it would not have healed if it were not fixed so it could drain. He also told me to keep it open to the air as much as I could, instead of keeping it all wrapped up.
I think I’ve finally gotten my point across to the Hospice people that I expect preventative care as much as possible. So the rippling air mattress came yesterday!! It has many crosswise sections of air filled tubes that slightly inflate and deflate back and forth from the top to the bottom of the bed and back. For getting in and out of the bed, it can also be set to inflate completely for a firm surface. I think this will actually help, and may even keep him from getting any more sore places on his bottom.
He still has times when he doesn’t know whose house he’s in, but the hallucinations are not as disturbing to him as they were. His strength is returning, and with the improved appetite, he feels more like walking. So, a week that started as the worst yet has prospects of ending as one of the better ones. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!!