This is just an add-on to the last post which I did last night.
I’m sorry I didn’t include much about Kari’s progress in the last update. For the most part, she’s doing about the same. She still has significant pain, but it is manageable with her pain meds. She will get her casts off on Monday, have them off for a week, and then have one more final set. The atmosphere of this hospital is really wearing on her. So much of the staff is hard to work with. Kari is tired of being treated like an uneducated child, and is very sensitive when the nursing staff is demeaning. I read her the last update that I wrote and she told me that she agreed with every word of it. At the mall yesterday, it was very hard for Kari to be stared at all day and to always feel in the way. She did a great job driving her new chair though, and got her ears re-pierced, but each of us were sad about how things are going. I can’t ever remember being with Kari and having both of us feel as sad as we did sitting around here last night. This morning her nurse came in to turn her and didn’t listen to how Kari wanted to be positioned. She also reminded us that the cafeteria closes for breakfast at 9:00 three times, even though Kari told her that she didn’t want anything. Of course, she did a bad job with Kari’s positioning and I had to fix it. The way she left her was painful to Kari, and her sheets were wrinkled up underneath her, which is bad for her skin. It seems like every time someone comes in they assume that we don’t know how to do anything and that we can’t read a clock. I can never trust that someone will do a good job. When her nurse left, I asked Kari what was wrong, and she just said “I hate it here.” We are trying to focus on going home so hard. I know that it is only a bit longer, but when every day you people are treating you with a demeaning attitude and you have to be on guard constantly against inferior care, 2 ½ weeks seems like a long time.