Well her surgery went well (at least we assume that, her doctor is AWOL and hasn't spoken to us)
Matt and I and one of my brothers and his family were there when they brought her back to her room.
That first 30 minutes was great - she was just coming out of it and she was funny, teasing the nurses, making the grandkids laugh, etc.
After about 45 minutes I guess she became more grounded into reality. My SIL started doting on her like she was a baby and mom loved it so she started demanding more and more. She became literally 1000 times more feeble than when she was the first half hour back into her room.
Something I didn't mention originally - she has - according to a neurologist - the beginnings of Parkinsons. Now I wonder about this because when she first saw the neurologist I was with her and she told her that all her problems were exactly the opposite of Parkinsons (tremors at rest vs in use, etc) Then on the next visit, when Matt went because I couldn't, she now has Parkinsons..hmm..
Anyhow, she seems to have selective tremors. When we aren't looking she is fine, when we are looking she shakes her hands and arms like a bowl of jello in an earthquake. Not tremors mind you - literally SHAKES them.
So after the first 45 minutes she started up the tremors and she literally had the bed rocking. When noone said anything she actually would start to lift her arms out of the blankets (they had her wrapped up like a cocoon because she was cold) and hold it in front of you as she was talking like "here - look at me shake"
I hate to think that my mom is faking or in the least, over dramatising an illness for sympathy. But there is a good part of me that does. A huge part of me. I feel like that makes me such a bad daughter - that I don't trust her or believe that she is 100% the way she acts.
It was like the look on her face when the doctor told her she had broken her hip. It was literally a look of "oh crap, I went too far"
The feelings I'm going through on this are mostly what is eating me up - of course I can't mention this to my brothers because when I did I was told I was a bad daughter and don't do enough for my mom. I did mention it to the ER doc and I'll see if I can't talk to the doctor working with her in the hospital.
On top of it all, she dragged her feet about giving me power or attorney and putting my name on her bank accounts - and now look what happened! I warned her. I'm bringing the POA papers in first thing on Monday morning when they said a Notary would be there and I'm getting her to sign them before she is turned over to a social worker. I guess as far as her bank accounts are concerned we are SOL and they will be drained if she goes into a nursing home (after the insurance runs out) I'll still go have my name put on there in hopes that she does come home a new "rehabilitated" mom.
Someone earlier asked the question about me looking into disability for myself. I've thought about it and tossed it back and forth in my mind. I wouldn't mind the idea of getting rid of the stress and the physical demand of my job. My disability payments wouldn't be too bad - a lot less than what I make now but not horrible.
The vast majority of the people with chronic AOSD are on disability. It does take a LONG time to get approved because of the nature of AOSD (It's not something you can show on an X-ray and there is no one test to prove it, and it's so rare that even the majority of the doctors out there outside of Rhuemys have never heard of it) so all that time you are unemployed. But the biggest con is that I'm worried that if I do that, something inside of me will give up and I'll lose what little bit of "Lauri" that is still here.
I guess deep down inside I haven't given up hope that they will find something that will put it into remission and I can go back to being myself again. I think hoping for World Peace would be a little more realistic though.
I do want to thank all of you SO MUCH for the advice, thoughts, prayers and caring that you have shown me on this thread. It has meant the world to me and helped me more than you will ever know.
