Last Friday, my wife was given Atavan to quiet her dyskenesia enough to take a CTScan, but the Invasive Radiologist noticed that he had no signed authorization or release to operate. I had been there for many hours the previous day, but they found me around 2:00PM to sign the papers but by that time, it was too late to schedule the operation and the recovery room was released. I was angry and the neurologist was lashing the radiologist, but the G tube operation had to be postponed to Tuesday, Monday being Labor Day. The neurologist, Dr. Linda Sigmund, said that we had no choice but to insert a NG tube through the nose into the stomach because the risks became too great and my wife had to get nutrients. It took five nurses to place the tube and then my wife had to be restrained to avert pulling it out. Now, she could be given food in liquid form and medication by grinding and slurring with water and pushed in by a large syringe.
In the meantime, our kids visited several nursing homes where my wife could receive proper attention to titrate her intake regimen to restore her to the best functioning status possible. When she returns home, we will get more professional assistance to relieve me to some degree. Thus, I spent most of the day of 2 Sept., my birthday, sitting by my wife bedside, but my wife was able to see her grandchild there too. But I had my immediate family there too, and having those I love be with me was most satisfying. But today, 3 Sept. the kids, these wonderful kids, took me out for dinner in a slightly festive mood.