old folks con’t.

Dad has MRSA. And the hospital staff didn’t tell me. What they did was put up a sign on his door that said something like, “Visitors, please read…” with a whole lot of bulleted points, none of which said “caution” or “infection” or “MRSA.” The sign looked like all the other signs they have hanging all over that everyone ignores because well, if you read all their little laminated signs, you’d never get to see your sick relative. *sigh*

So there I am, fussing with him, touching him, straightening his bedding, helping him with food, helping him in and out of bed, AND NOBODY TELLS ME ANYTHING. That is until his tech walks by and sees me sitting on the edge of his bed, and she freaks, “You’re supposed to be gowned and gloved! He’s on restricted contact because he has MRSA.” I say, “What?” and do a little freak of my own. I asked her why his nurse didn’t tell me when I went up to her and asked how he was doing? She didn’t know, but just points to the pretty laminated sign that apparently the staff thinks everybody reads. I point out that it looks just like the other signs next to it about patients rights and check out procedures. She looks baffled and shows me where the gowns are and the antibacterial hand wash is, etc.

I am so pissed. As soon as I got home, I went to the basement, stripped and threw my clothes in the wash on HOT water, showered, and then took a big dose of echinacea and poke tinctures. I’ll be taking prophylactic doses plus vit C until this ordeal is over. I’ll also be carrying alcohol based hand sanitizer and latex gloves whenever I go see him.

And ya know, I’d been having this visceral reaction of revulsion every time I got near him. I had to force myself to get close, to let him touch my hand, to kiss his forehead every time he asked me to….and the whole time I berated myself for being a bad daughter for feeling repulsed by him.

When will I learn to trust my gut?

in other news…

We have a place for him. It’s not very close by, it’s small and smells of urine but it’s the only facility that would accept him because he smokes. He was rejected by all the nursing/rehab places within an hour drive in two counties. I guess I should consider this a small blessing.


2 responses to “old folks con’t.

  • zjman

    I won’t muddle the sentiments here with things you already know/don’t want to hear over and over, so…
    *love and hugs*

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  • jezebellydancer

    My mom had MRSA too (apparently before she even got into the hospital). As long as you don’t have open cuts you should be fine. Also depends on where the MRSA is. Mom had it in her blood mostly, but also a small patch on her arm.
    Mainly the doctors and nurses have to be careful because they are dealing with more body fluids and tending multiple patients.
    They also told us that since her immune system was compromised, the gowns etc were more for her protection than ours–to keep us from exposing her to other germs that she wouldn’t be able to defend herself against.
    Take a deep breath. I don’t think its’s as dire for you. But vitamins and echinacea can’t hurt, just from the general germiness of hospitals.
    I sat in mom’s room for a week with gloves, gown, and mask. We had to use the hand sanitizer whenever we left the room. I also brought in lysol to spray my laptop, since I was trying to get some work done while I was there. Ugh.
    Wish there was more I could do for you. if you need something, ask. (I know it’s hard to ask for help, but now is the time to learn to learn this lesson.)
    Glad you have found a place for your dad.
    I’m sending soothing thoughts your way.

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