Well today was the day. I was supposed to get bloodwork done as well, but I think I may have to fast for those and I realized that it is probably a separate appointment as well. I will take care of that before I head back to the neuro. So, my dad had me thinking an MRI was relaxing and I would just kind of nap through it, etc. NO. The way I described it was that I told these people I had a headache so they got the idea that they would try to make it worse. They succeeded! BOOM BOOM BOOM over and over and over. Lots of different tempos, volumes, and patterns. It was awful. I was tearing up I was in so much pain, but they tell you not to move. I just hope for the love of everything good today found the problem. Unfortunately, I won't know for a couple weeks. I will definitely be telling my neurologist the new meds aren't working either. I hurt so badly.
I did go back to work reluctantly this weekend. I worked Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Friday made me really mad cuz I got pulled to another floor AGAIN. I wasn't even supposed to, but the nurse that was supposed to say she was tired of getting pulled every Friday. Um, look at my record page. Before I was out for three weeks, I was getting pulled every week. So, on my first night back in three weeks, I get to suffer even more?? Whatever. Fortunately, I had a pretty decent group for the most part. Then Saturday, I had to transfer a patient, because she either had a heart attack or was going to have one. Her bloodwork was crazy. Sunday, I fought all night to keep a patient alive. She had a foley catheter in but was still not making urine. She was really not responsive except to pain. I tried giving her a bite of applesauce to test if I'd be able to give her meds. It sat in her mouth for a second, then fell right out. It was bad. Then her blood pressure kept dropping. I ended up giving her a small (250cc) bolus. Just from that, she started wheezing and using accessory muscles to breathe. She was going to go into congestive heart failure soon. Her right pupil was sluggish. Doctors ordered a renal ultrasound for the next morning. They did not want to put her on tele or do a CT. Why? Who knows. They did d/c bp meds(whoever gave her afternoon meds was an idiot for giving it when her bp was already low), IVF, and hmmm something else. Anyway, I was just really sad. I fought hard for her. Then at shift change that morning, orders were put in to be transferred to palliative care. Pure defeat from my end. I hate feeling helpless. There was really nothing else I could have done unfortunately.
