RisinDragon
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I want to apologize for not being around in the last week. I am not sure what the coming weeks are going to be for me.
To give a little history,
About 3.5 years ago, my mother started working at a restaurant I've worked at for a few years. She would work during the afternoon shift then I'll relieve her and worked my shift from 3 to midnight. Since she hadn't worked for many years, she was complaining about her legs. Typical response if you haven't worked on your feet in a long while. I gave her a kiss and she went and drove home. She lived 30 minutes from where I worked.
I worked my shift, closed up the kitchen, had a single drink at the bar then left work to head home to my apartment.
On my way phone I got a phone call from my stepfather. By now it's 1am. I answered my cellphone, and he told me that my mother had a stroke. I stopped at the hospital to see if I could gather more information. The ER nurse would not give me any information because my stepfather told them to only talk to him. I was pissed and the nurse knew I was. I could not blame her, so I left and went home.
The following morning, I went to a friend of my mothers since she was at my mothers house with 2 other firiends. To see if she knew what happened. She told me that my mother must have had a stroke at work. Because she came home all loopy and was walking into the wall when she tied to head for the bathroom. Then I remembered my mother complaining about her legs, but I didn't know any better. My mother's 3 friend were really concerned so they called my stepfather at his job around 5pm. They told him that think she was having a stroke. He told Nini that he'll be home from work at 8pm. My stupid stepfather choose to work instead of leaving his damn job and have my mother wait for 3 hours.
After she told me this, I replied "how come nobody called me?" She said "nobody thought to call you". Then she started to cry. She realized she called the wrong person. Because, I would have left my job in a heartbeat to get my mother to the hospital. To me, my family is more important than anything else in my life.
At this point I lost all respect for my stepfather.
I headed to the hospital and my stepfather was there in the room. I pinned him to the wall and lift him off the ground. I neared choked him to the point of him passing out. I told him either the doctors talk to me or he will be dead before my mother. He knew he was in a very bad position.
I was able to talk to the doctors and gathered my information. Because she had to "wait" 3 hours, she ended up with 5 bloodclots on the left side of her brain. Her entire right side was paralyzed. She was lucky she didn't die.
I moved out of my apartment and moved back to my mothers house to help take care of her.
Fast forward today.
2 months ago my mother had another stroke. She went from responsive to non responsive vegetated state. We didn't think she was going to survive. 3 weeks later something change and she was responsive and talking. But I noticed that she couldn't remember family members or certain key information. Her memory was effected. Over time she was able to remember more. But she was never going to remember everything. We had her at a nursery home for physical therapy and then she was able to come home 2 weeks ago.
We had an appointment early this past week for my mother to have carotid artery surgery. Her right artery was blocked 90%. She went for her appointment and the surgery went well. 6 hours after her surgery was done she had a stroke. This time she had a bloodclot on the right side of her brain. Now she paralyzed on the right side of her body.
Both of her hands are locked up. There is no way she can feed herself. I had to feed her dinner Friday night. While feeding her she told me she doesn't want to live like this and she's scared.
I have no idea how I am going to be able to care for her. I have been scared shitless about what to do since she won't be able to walk with her cane. I think we are going to have put her into some sort of 24/7 care. But I know my mother would rather die than live out her life in a nursery home.
It has been a very stressful this past week for me.
To give a little history,
About 3.5 years ago, my mother started working at a restaurant I've worked at for a few years. She would work during the afternoon shift then I'll relieve her and worked my shift from 3 to midnight. Since she hadn't worked for many years, she was complaining about her legs. Typical response if you haven't worked on your feet in a long while. I gave her a kiss and she went and drove home. She lived 30 minutes from where I worked.
I worked my shift, closed up the kitchen, had a single drink at the bar then left work to head home to my apartment.
On my way phone I got a phone call from my stepfather. By now it's 1am. I answered my cellphone, and he told me that my mother had a stroke. I stopped at the hospital to see if I could gather more information. The ER nurse would not give me any information because my stepfather told them to only talk to him. I was pissed and the nurse knew I was. I could not blame her, so I left and went home.
The following morning, I went to a friend of my mothers since she was at my mothers house with 2 other firiends. To see if she knew what happened. She told me that my mother must have had a stroke at work. Because she came home all loopy and was walking into the wall when she tied to head for the bathroom. Then I remembered my mother complaining about her legs, but I didn't know any better. My mother's 3 friend were really concerned so they called my stepfather at his job around 5pm. They told him that think she was having a stroke. He told Nini that he'll be home from work at 8pm. My stupid stepfather choose to work instead of leaving his damn job and have my mother wait for 3 hours.
After she told me this, I replied "how come nobody called me?" She said "nobody thought to call you". Then she started to cry. She realized she called the wrong person. Because, I would have left my job in a heartbeat to get my mother to the hospital. To me, my family is more important than anything else in my life.
At this point I lost all respect for my stepfather.
I headed to the hospital and my stepfather was there in the room. I pinned him to the wall and lift him off the ground. I neared choked him to the point of him passing out. I told him either the doctors talk to me or he will be dead before my mother. He knew he was in a very bad position.
I was able to talk to the doctors and gathered my information. Because she had to "wait" 3 hours, she ended up with 5 bloodclots on the left side of her brain. Her entire right side was paralyzed. She was lucky she didn't die.
I moved out of my apartment and moved back to my mothers house to help take care of her.
Fast forward today.
2 months ago my mother had another stroke. She went from responsive to non responsive vegetated state. We didn't think she was going to survive. 3 weeks later something change and she was responsive and talking. But I noticed that she couldn't remember family members or certain key information. Her memory was effected. Over time she was able to remember more. But she was never going to remember everything. We had her at a nursery home for physical therapy and then she was able to come home 2 weeks ago.
We had an appointment early this past week for my mother to have carotid artery surgery. Her right artery was blocked 90%. She went for her appointment and the surgery went well. 6 hours after her surgery was done she had a stroke. This time she had a bloodclot on the right side of her brain. Now she paralyzed on the right side of her body.
Both of her hands are locked up. There is no way she can feed herself. I had to feed her dinner Friday night. While feeding her she told me she doesn't want to live like this and she's scared.
I have no idea how I am going to be able to care for her. I have been scared shitless about what to do since she won't be able to walk with her cane. I think we are going to have put her into some sort of 24/7 care. But I know my mother would rather die than live out her life in a nursery home.
It has been a very stressful this past week for me.
