Saturday, December 22, 2007

I'm back, finally, with a few updates

Well, Dh's knee surgery went well, and he's walking on it already. All of his tests on Wednesday went well, but his surgery was rescheduled from 6:30 a.m. to 9:30 a.m. on Thursday (this just broke my heart since I didn't have to get up at 4 a.m. to have him there in time). Then when we got there at 8:30 a.m. on Thursday, we were told it was rescheduled to between 11 and 12:30. Now DH was told no Metformin at supper the night before, just his insulin, and nothing to eat after midnight, nothing to drink either. He was also told he would be given 15 units of long-acting insulin before surgery, then the short-acting insulin and something to eat after surgery. Instead, they gave him 5 units of the long-acting before, nothing after, and he had to make do with crackers and juice after the surgery. So anyway, he changed into the nice little hospital gown and robe and pants at 9, we went to the surgical waiting room, they came for him at 11:10, and he finally got into surgery who knows when (I called at 3 and they said about another 1/2 hour before he'd be done). The surgeon finally came out to talk to me at a quarter to 4 and said as soon as the spinal wore off, DH would be able to go home. At 4:30, I still hadn't heard anything, so I called the number they gave me when we got there, and no one was there (they all left at 4). Lovely, I have no idea what in the hell is going on, no way to call anyone to find out, and I've been stuck in the waiting room all damned day with nothing to eat or drink because I don't want to miss them just in case they do send someone to talk to me. Can you tell that by now I really don't like the VA? So at a quarter to 5, a nurse comes to get me, DH is ready to go, but we have to go to the pharmacy and pick up a couple of prescriptions that were called in (and that was another hour's wait). We finally got out of there at 6:20 p.m., neither of us had had anything to eat since supper the night before so we hit the first McDonald's we found on our way out of town. DH took his pills and insulin after he ate, he said he didn't care if it was wrong, he was fucking hungry. So we didn't get out of the Twin Cities until after 7 p.m., but that was fine with me because most of rush hour traffic was over by then and we had a fairly decent drive home. And was I ever glad to get home, get the van unloaded, and pet teh kittehs (they missed us).
Then on Friday, I called his case manager (nutritionist) because we had less than 1/2 of his last vial of insulin left and hadn't gotten any more from the VA (they mail it to him). She was gone, but had left a voice mail with another case manager to call, so I called her and left a message. When she called back, the only notes were from back in November, when she said to increase his insulin from 10 units twice a day (this is the 70/30 insulin) to 12 units twice a day. I had talked to her 3 times since then, she knew that when he was working, he was taking 25 units twice a day, and on his days off, it was up to 35 units twice a day. She had also said she would tell his Dr. so that more insulin could be sent(the last time I talked to her was on the 17th). So when the other case manager called back, and I told her all of this, she said his Dr wasn't there, she would have to ask another Dr to okay the added insulin, and we wouldn't get it until late next week because of Christmas. She did say that she thought we could get the 70/30 at the drug store without a prescription if we absolutely had to (which luckily turned out to be true, thank you Wal-Mart). The thing is, DH put 20 years of his life into the Navy, retired with disabilities, and was told he wouldn't have to pay for medical care or meds. So we had to pay for his insulin because his doctor thinks that 12 units of insulin twice a day is going to take his blood sugar from averages of 350 down to the 150's (even with the low-carb eating we're doing, that won't work, it's taking 40 units twice a day when he's not working, plus his 1000 mg of Metformin twice a day to get down to the 150-200 range consistently). But we don't know anything, we're not doctors.*headdesk* X 10
I did have some good news when I got home, though. I blogged a couple of weeks back about getting an email from someone at Lane Bryant wanting to send me a thank-you for having blogged about RightFit jeans. I wasn't sure if it was a scam or not, and asked if anyone else had gotten that email. Glen, at Full Figure Plus, had, and sent them his mailing address and got a $100 gift card for having written about the RightFit jeans. So I dug out my email from them, sent them my mailing address, and when I got home from the Cities, there was an envelope with 2 $50 gift cards in it. So it wasn't a scam, and there's a Lane Bryant in St Cloud. I'm going to call them and see if they have the RightFit there in a blue 10 (that's what I'm supposed to wear, according to their fit guide online). I should be able to get 2 pairs of them for that, and I'll have jeans again....HOORAY!!!!

2 comments:

  1. Welcome back Mariellen and Merry Christmas. Your husband should have to go through the kind of crap he does through the VA, but that's kind of how it works from what I heard. Any special meals for Christmas? I'm glad you made it home safe and sound!!!!!!!
    xoxoxoxo
    Michelle

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  2. Thanks, Michelle. Nothing special as far as meals go for Christmas, we have 3 of DH's stepkids & mates and 9 grandkids coming over on Xmas eve, so we're not cooking for that many. Decided we would have meat/cheese trays and chips to snack on (kids don't want to eat a meal anyway, they want to open and play with presents). Had Xmas with my son and his wife and the boys last weekend and that was fun, so tomorrow should be fun too.

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