It only needs to be stored on the whiskey.
The sad result of such incompetence is always the same. Decubiti, which one can hardly get rid of as a bedridden person.
Not a strong foundation.
Except for the area around my eyes, nose and parts of my cheeks and jaw, I have already lost control of my physical self.
I pulled the PEG.
After six days, the wound has still not healed. Despite daily dressing changes and Lavanid application, new purulent exudate comes every day.
Sleep robbery.
Exciting topic. Because without a good night's sleep, I'm good for nothing. That's like the iron rule of not talking to me before my second coffee in the morning.
Cannula or no cannula
I am only explaining what I think are the possible reasons why it has not been possible to change masks for a few days now.
A trilogy in four parts
Now the whole discussion is starting all over again. Only this time it's not about the PEG, but about the cannula. Really? C'mon guys, give me a fucking break, please.
Always stay positive
Pageviews: 575 Quiz question: What happens if an intensive care nurse feels unwell and tests positive in their home-care ventilator patient? Of course you know the answer. I wouldn't have asked the question and implicitly given an answer that sounds so inane that it can only be true. In other words, yes, I'm about to have the next experience of a different kind...
The €7,000 PEG
Page views: 866 Nothing but stress and trouble And there it was, the PEG. Secretly, quietly and silently. Kaboom. To be honest, it was planned a little differently, my reporting. I hadn't intended to wait over three months to do it. But it wasn't planned that I would have a lot of problems for the first eight weeks due to the...
Tartufo for all
Page views: 845 Attention! Unpaid advertising ? Oh how I loved this sweet temptation. I'm not really the sweet and dessert type, but with this delicacy even I get weak. So I thought, if I'm no longer able to eat them myself, I'll give some to my carers. Thanks to my...
Cold coffee poop
Page views: 927 An agonising hour of pointless attempts to explain how to put the mask on correctly... and therefore a cold coffee with disgusting-tasting medication later. 30-day countdown for „Patrick has a PEG inserted“ set to zero yesterday. If the carer had read my instructions instead of making me explain the same shit every time I sat down like some infatuated teenager... he would have...