WHY CAN'T THINGS GO EASY?

I go to pick up Brenda and she is SO ready to get out of the hospital.  SO READY!  We debate on whether she should shower at the hospital or shower at home.  I know this sounds like such a little thing but it turns into a BIG thing.

Brenda decides to shower in the hospital in their lovely shower.  She takes a really short shower, gets out and sits down to dry off.  At that point she proceeds to sweat profusely and get light headed.  I go get a nurse and Brenda's eyes start to roll and she gets lifeless.  Luckily she is sitting down.  The nurse gets another nurse and they talk about getting her to lie down.  They go get another nurse and between the four of us we get lifeless Brenda on the bed.  There was talk at one point of putting her on the floor but Brenda kept shaking her head.  She was not going to be put on that dirty floor!  Even in her state!  She never lost conscienceness but she was close.

Once she laid down she began to feel better.  Her eyes came back to normal and she stopped sweating.  Turns out that her shower was too hot and her veins opened up making her blood to flow faster.  This made her blood pressure drop.  The nurses were impressed that she didn't lose conscienceness.  After a short bit she was okay.  She got dressed and ate some lunch.

This meant no going home.  We had to wait until the doctor gave the okay.  Another hour wait since the doctor was in surgery.

We are so thankful that she took the shower in the hospital and not at home!  Imagine if she took the shower at home and this happened?  It took four of us to get her from a chair to the bed.  Imagine me trying to get her into bed if she got lightheaded getting out of the shower at home!  It would not have been pretty!  Now she is under strict orders: no showers for 48 hours!  When she does shower, only cool showers. 

She is home and all is well!  Thank you all for your good thoughts and comments.  I sure appreciate it.  This is my first time being on this side of a crisis.  Brenda is always the person sitting in the waiting room and taking care of me.  I always thought, gosh she has the easy part.  Now I see it is not so easy.  It is stressful!  All the running back and forth taking care of dogs, trying to get some work done, taking care of the patient, waiting to hear news, so stressful.  I feel exhausted.

Until tomorrow...