Painful, but fortuitous
Jul. 7th, 2010 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, apparently Mom's in the hospital with dangerously high lithium levels. They found this out because she took a bad spill the other day (she may have a broken nose, as well as generally being rather beaten up and battered all over), and when she went to the doctor to get checked out, they tested her blood levels to see if that was the cause of the instability at the root of the problem. Good thing, too. Dad says if they'd been any higher, they'd be talking dialysis. Just talked to her, and she's frustrated, but doing ok.
Patient-instructing tonight was good; I always enjoy when we get the residents through, since it means working more on the medical history side of things, as well as running through the actual exam. Both residents were really engaged and interested, and it was a good, if long, session as a result.
Just waiting for Casey to get here now, and still trying to hide from the heat as well as possible.
Patient-instructing tonight was good; I always enjoy when we get the residents through, since it means working more on the medical history side of things, as well as running through the actual exam. Both residents were really engaged and interested, and it was a good, if long, session as a result.
Just waiting for Casey to get here now, and still trying to hide from the heat as well as possible.
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Date: 2010-07-08 08:54 pm (UTC)She doesn't need to be hyper restrictive, but some moderation is necessary and that she frequently doesn't do. It frustrates both dad and myself who are much more personally controlled about the foods that do us in.
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Date: 2010-07-10 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-10 10:26 pm (UTC)Most people can't imagine living with my dietary restrictions either. Nor could I imagine my friends who can't have gluten. Everyone has to deal with the deck their dealt, and once you're used to it, it's not so bad. It's the getting used to it part that sucks. I still miss eggs now and again, and I hate trying to go to potlucks, company luncheons, or other such events because it invariably means I have to explain it, again, and everyone feels bad for not being able to feed me. Then I feel bad for not being able to eat something.
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:30 am (UTC)