Showing posts with label PT Victories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PT Victories. Show all posts

Friday, January 17, 2014

One Year Ago Today: 01/17-18/2013 - Pesky Pericardial-Effusion and PT: We Done Overdid It.

(01/17-18/2013, Thursday & Friday)
I know it wouldn't work, but the logical/sensible side of me checked out a long time ago. Have you ever had the fleeting thought that if you did everything backwards, perhaps you could have 20/20 foresight instead of hindsight? At 0200, it seems like a perfectly credible idea, just sayin'.

The last two days have been rough. Evie pushed herself rather hard while she was feeling well, and I didn't stop her. If anything, I was Mr. Encouragement coupled with Uncle Instigator. Thursday morning I let her use her walker to walk much too far. It seemed like amazing progress at the time -- Evie was in a great mood, and thanks to "Vitamin I" (Ibuprofen) she was feeling better than she had in weeks.

Here she is feeling totally chipper in the playroom.


The purpose of the Vitamin I is to reduce swelling -- In Evie's case we were hoping it would cause a decrease in the size of the effusion (liquid) surrounding her heart. Vitamin I also does wonders for joint pain which Evie has always had plenty of, but has typically just dealt with it in the past--that pain is much more severe during this hospitalization because of how long she's been immobile. The downside of Vitamin I is that it is rough on your kidneys, even when you are healthy. (So I s'pose I need to change my ways, and stop considering it as a post workout vitamin.) They'd hoped it wouldn't impact Evie much, but while it made her feel like a million bucks, they say her urine production tanked, so she was only on it for a couple days.


The next alternative would have been to give her a steroid, but that would have made Evie insulin dependent again, which we'd desperately like to avoid. The only other alternative I've heard is to try to drain the effusion, but it is in a difficult area and they don't want to risk that as long as it isn't affecting her heart's ability to squeeze. Unfortunately, the effusion does have a rather adverse impact on Evie's ability to breathe.  The fallout from quitting the Vitam** * Ibuprofen is that she'd gotten used to not having joint pain, and now it is back with a vengeance thanks to the all the exercise she got while she was feeling well.

A quick dash of good news: Our ex-girlfriend the cough moved on to other fish in the sea, and we haven't heard or seen her in two days -- here's to hoping that she doesn't come back for anything she may have left behind.

More good news: I think the flu has moved on from the homefront too. Bad news: it sounds as though Evie's younger sister caught something else while at school on Friday. What I don't get is how these things manage to spread in NC -- it isn't -15 outside, it hits the 60's and 70's more frequently than I expect it to, so how come school is such a disease factory? Just sayin'.


******At this point I fell asleep at the keyboard, so I apologize for the delayed update, but at least I didn't keep the several pages worth of mistakenly pressed keys*****


And I'm back. So Evie was on oxygen prior to dialysis Friday. Lately dialysis has given her a reprieve from breathing/oxygenation issues for about a day and a half, and then the night before dialysis, she requires oxygen. Friday was different though. She had dialysis Friday afternoon--they removed 800 ml's and finished around 1800. By 2200, she was already having problems breathing and as a result she had to get back on oxygen.

The effusion (liquid) surrounding her heart is causing her to not get enough sleep, which impacts the rest of her recovery. She sleeps until 1000, and doesn't tend to eat her first meal until 1100. That means she really only eats twice a day. And what she does eat is so far not enough--she is losing more weight. It is very possible that within the next few days she'll have to get a feeding tube.

The current expectation is that we'll be here at the hospital for another two weeks or so. If her urine production isn't able to ramp up, she'll have a peritoneal dialysis access put in.

Evie:
  • Had 0.8 liters of fluid removed friday via dialysis
  • Is back on oxygen, and requires it 24 hours a day.
  • Is cough free
  • Sleeping well? No. If I stay awake long enough to watch her, I can see that I was naive to think so.
  • Is not getting enough calories in, and is losing weight...     It isn't for lack of trying, last night she had a 1/2 a piece of lasagna, 1/2 a quesadilla, most of a large piece of cheesecake, and most of a piece of chocolate pie. Problem, she didn't eat much the rest of the day.
  • Weighs 18.8 kilograms, or 41.4 pounds
  • Is able to move about well short distances with her walker, although at times she's too fatigued to do so. If her food intake doesn't pick up, the exercise will be detrimental as she has no fat to burn, so her body will start robbing what little muscle she has left.
In short, she could use more prayers on her behalf.


DISCLAIMER: Posts Labeled "One Year Ago Today" are a record of what transpired when Evie first became ill.  The slightly edited text comes from emails which we sent to family to let them know what was happening, and to keep them updated.  These posts are usually long, but if you want to truly understand what life was like for us, and what led to this point, it makes for great "light" reading.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

One Year Ago Today: 01/16/2013 - Schedule Mishaps & Unplanned Successes

(01/16/2013, Wednesday) At 0200, the nurse informed me that we would in fact be picked up at 0700 for dialysis. Seemed odd, given the conversation that I'd had with the kidney team (deciding that from now on she'd do dialysis in the afternoons.) I questioned the nurse, but she sheepishly exuded confidence, so I just accepted it, and figured there must have been a new patient with more acute needs which altered the schedule.

I woke Evie at 0630 in an attempt to get food in her (microwaved oatmeal). At 0800, we were still waiting for the transporter to take us to dialysis. Our day-shift nurse called to discover that dialysis had never intended for her to go to dialysis at 0700, but rather had been planning for an afternoon appointment as we had discussed (in effort to avoid compromising her sleeping/eating schedules). Since we were already awake, they squeezed us in at 0930, and I managed to get Evie to eat more while we waited.

Evie was a homework track-star during dialysis--she did about 20 pages of homework while they removed a liter of fluid. Due to our late morning dialysis, we went straight to school even though Evie hadn't had lunch yet. I went back down to her room to collect her meal, and took it upstairs to the school so she could eat while she worked. We certainly could have skipped school given how hard she worked in dialysis, but I figured it would be a good distraction since today marked the 3rd day in a row that she thought mom would be able to come, but wasn't able to do so, and we'd already missed school on Tuesday.

While she was still at school I came back downstairs to talk with our case manager/social worker about what we'll do after we check out. It is looking like it may get ugly from a co-pay perspective... need to do more research in that area though.

When Evie returned from school we had another echocardiogram, after which we both took a nap, roughly 1630. We didn't wake up until almost 2000. The nap was good, the timing not so good. We woke up too late to order dinner, but the grill in the cafeteria was still open... and her nurse was able to order her a grilled chicken sandwich. Shortly before dinner arrived she vomited again (too much liquid drunk too fast) this time losing the majority of her evening's medicine. The up side is she hadn't eaten yet, so what she did eat for dinner, she kept down.

Due to the late nap, we stayed up and watched Disney Fairies "Secret of the Wings," (which she loved) and then Skyped with Aunt Angela and family. She really enjoyed it--particularly the inquisitive questions that her cousins asked which her sisters have never managed to ask. By the time she got to bed and was truly asleep it was closer to 0200. Bummer. She's desperate to go to the morning playroom session, but I'm not sure how solid of a plan that is.

Just before bed, she surprised me with a very epic achievement (100% her idea with no prompting from me): She used her walker to go from her bed to the bathroom, then stood UNAIDED for nearly a minute while washing her hands. She had a hard time falling asleep as she was giddy with excitement which she justly felt over the milestone.

Evie:
  • Is keeping food down "better" and her appetite is improving.
  • Had 1 liter of fluid removed today via dialysis
  • Weighs 42.4 pounds.
  • Still has a cough, but it has been merely an acquaintance the last day or two... here's to hoping it will become more of a bad ex-girlfriend that you remember, but you never hear from or see anymore.
  • Balanced and stood on her own for a minute today!
  • Looks forward to trying to use her walker a bit in the playroom tomorrow.
  • Is getting her indomitable spirit and swagger back.   :-)

On the Homefront

My poor angel of a spouse continues to suffer while I am away, and sadly there is nothing I can do about it. Heather wanted to visit us on Monday, but little brother came down with the flu very suddenly that morning, while eating breakfast prior to being dropped off at a friend from church's house. Babysitting arrangements had already been made for him on Tuesday as well, but he continued to vomit through the night, so Heather couldn't come on Tuesday either. Surely she'd be able to come Wednesday... but it turns out she caught what he had, and got sick in the wee hours of Wednesday morning as well.

How does the phrase go, when it rains it projectile vom***? Never mind. Anyhow, while at home sick herself, blanketed by my still recovering toddler (recently re-monikered "King Cling") the school called to tell Heather that Evie's younger sister had just lost her breakfast on her desk in the classroom. Heather was too out of sorts to manage to wrangle little brother into the car--luckily one of our church friends was only a phone call away to lend a helping hand. Hopefully Evie's older sister will miss out on the fun--wish I could help, yet so glad I'm not near enough to contract it

DISCLAIMER: Posts Labeled "One Year Ago Today" are a record of what transpired when Evie first became ill.  The slightly edited text comes from emails which we sent to family to let them know what was happening, and to keep them updated.  These posts are usually long, but if you want to truly understand what life was like for us, and what led to this point, it makes for great "light" reading.