She called last night, it was 8:30 PM. She said it was starting to hurt again and I told her to call the nurse's station. She didn't want to call them "they might get mad", "they might be busy". Again I tell her to call the nurse. She refuses. I'm aggravated. Does she want me to call for her? No, I won't do it. When she hurts bad enough, she can be the bad guy and call for some relief. I'm done. I can't do anything from here. It's up to her to ring the damn call bell. I tell her that. If you call me and then won't do what I tell you to do, then why do you call? Passive/aggressive behaviour has never been my strong suit. I'm clinging to the end of my rope.
Even though the manager assured us she would be alright and attended to, I don't trust the staff there and with good reason. Once burned, twice shy.
I have no idea how she did last night. Wanda wasn't with her. She either called for pain meds or she didn't. I do know they didn't release her today. She is being kept another night and maybe it's to allow her another day of meds by IVP.
Wanda and I haven't slept a lot in the past three days. Standing guard is tough duty. Even guards need to rest.
I went to bed relatively early last night and I rested.
I've already mowed, edged and put everything away. I'm going shopping for an a/c window unit for the little house, a dvd/vcr combo player and a new wristwatch. That's my plans and I'm stickin to em!