Here’s a quick update: No one has died. Yet. I might murder a few people between now and February, but there haven’t been any unexpected or accidental deaths.
There was a complication during surgical prep while the surgical team was filling MC with IV catheters. A big mistake lead to an unexpected 3 hour surgery which ultimately delayed the surgery he was SUPPOSED to have for at least a month. I’ve shared the details with a few people, but I’m not sure if at some point we will want to take legal action so it’s probably best if I leave this as vague as possible.
He’s doing okay, and with my help he got proper pain medication so he actually felt like eating. Then I took him and Sally, his IV pole, for a walk around the ward. His parents suck and I still wish Harpy would come down with porridge plague.
I’ve been trying to talk them into getting him a psych consult as I believe he’ll do much better in the interim if he’s on antidepressants. I know his symptoms are primarily from his AI, but when the heart it stressed, it fucks with neurotransmitters and can cause subclinical depression. I believe his appetite will come back and he’ll feel more like being up out of bed if he’s on something. The pain meds do the same thing, but there’s the whole regulation thing that would limit his access. His parents are upset with me for mentioning it. I’m just speaking from experience. In my case, it was pain preventing me from eating, and reducing that pain improved my appetite and quality of life.
I don’t understand why they’re so against taking care of his mental health. They view them as two separate entities, but the two cannot be separated. I’ve said this so many times, I feel like a doll with a pull string that squeaks out a recorded message. I don’t want him to suffer any more than he already is, and if we can help him in any way, even if it is taking Zoloft for a couple of months, I think everyone should agree to give it a try. But what do I know? I’m just a stupid invalid.