On Saturday night Margaret was barely conscious when I left her. The nurses called in the Physician who doubled her drip rate as she was severely dehydrated. When I visited her at 9.30 am on Sunday she was up sitting in a chair having just been showered and dressed in a clean gown. She was still on her drip but was talking on to our daughter Helen on the phone. The conversation was a bit weird and when she hung up she began talking to me in much the same way. i think she was remembering things from her past and somehow or other relating then to her present condition. She was talking about her sister, V. in the present tense while actually V had died just on a year ago. She told me about her imagined visitors yesterday which included another person who had died earlier this year. More amusing she said that her normal Physician was not visiting her because he had run off with his girl friend. We did have a Doctor depart suddenly for this reason 11 years ago but Dr. H is happily married with two small children and I am assured he will in today following his weekend off.
The weekend Physician dropped in to see Margaret and said that he had been worried the night before but was pleased to see Margaret bright and cheerful. He asked if she was normally as confused and I had to tell him that, while she had occasional confusion, this continuous stream of confused thoughts was new. He has continued with the higher drip rate but has had to increase her Frusimide as she was a bit gurgley. He said that she in on a fine balance at present. Too much Frusimide and she has kidney failure too little and she has congestive heart failure.
Margaret ate a good lunch with my help and was put back in bed to rest for the afternoon. She still requires two people to help her while out of bed and even then is very wobbly.
After lunch I went home for a break, to feed Louis and put my feet up before Louis' walk.
Back at the hospital Margaret was still on a high and prattling away about imagined events for the day but she decided that she didn't like me. I stayed to help her with her dinner but when I left to go home to have mine she got upset.
Helen phoned her later and had a forty minute strange conversation during which Margaret told her that I had put two chairs together and hidden under a sheet before taking my dinner home with me!! I wonder what today will bring.
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