We Met Dick Trachie...

I wish I had thought to take a picture of our training dummy...not the person but the head.  Known as Dick Trachie he endured our rough ignorant handling without a change of expression.  Our Dick, instead of like Larry above that was borrowed from the web, had a shocked open mouth expression.  Ugly chap he was but was quite patient with our bumbling. The lady who pulled him around in a wagon kept him covered so he would not frighten children.

So I have retired to be a nurse after one hour training, I was announced capable.  I wanted two more hours training so I could be a doctor.  Hubby is comfortable with this even with his heart condition.  With all of his years involved in emergency care, rescue, recovery and emergency management, this is a cake walk for him.  He trained too.

Marcy has a laryngectomy stoma so that is not as scary at a Trach. They removed that. Doc is confident he got all the cancer.

The sad thing is all this is sounding simple and I can ALMOST spell it now.  God help me!

I promise not to keep entering the gross details but Marcy is doing fine.  We are trained to bring her home when they release her.  Only good news from now on.

UPDATE:  GOT A CALL THAT SHE WAS BEING RELEASED.  I AM THREE HOURS AWAY!  COULD THEY NOT HAVE TOLD ME THAT YESTERDAY???  SO ONE PM HEADED TO LITTLE ROCK AT A DEAD RUN.  WAS INFORMED SHE WAS COMING HOME WITH FEEDING TUBES.  I THREW A ROYAL SHIT FIT...PARDON ME.  NOTHING HAS BEEN THE WAY THEY HAVE SAID.  NO HOME HEALTH WOULD BE PROVIDED AFTER ANOTHER FIT, HOME HEALTH IS BEING PROVIDED.  NOT A LOT BUT SOME TO HELP US AND MARCY TO BECOME MORE COMFORTABLE WITH HER CARE AND NUTRITION.

I ARRIVED SAFELY AND THEN WAS TOLD, OH, WE CHANGED OUR MINDS, NO FEEDING TUBES...JUST IF SHE FEELS SHE IS NOT TAKING ENOUGH ORALLY, SHE CAN HOOK UP A TUBE.

AFTER SIX HOURS DRIVING SHE IS HOME EATING JELLO WITH ANDREW AND HUBBY TRYING TO CONNECT A WALKIE TALKIE SYSTEM SO SHE CAN CALL US IF SHE NEEDS US. DEAR SWEET HUBBY HELPED HER DO HER NIGHT CLEANING OF THE EQUIPMENT.

I GOT LOST IN THE PARKING LOT, COULD NOT FIND MY CAR.  WENT TO THE TICKET BOOTH AND THE LADY CLOSED IT DOWN TO HELP ME FIND MY CAR.  I WAS SO STRESSED,  I WAS CRYING.  WHAT IDIOT CANNOT FIND THEIR CAR IN A FOUR LEVEL PARKING GARAGE???  I DID NOTICE AFTER I FOUND IT, MY LICENSE PLATE SAYS XXX LCO AS IN LOCO...HOW FITTING.

CHECK UP IN A WEEK AND THEN TRYING TO TRANSFER ALL CARE TO THE ORIGIANL ENT MAN WHO BEGAN ALL THIS.  THERAPY WILL ALSO BE ARRANGED AS CLOSELY AS POSSIBLE.

YEP, LOVING RETIREMENT.