broken heart syndrome....

Lording over my quiet floor is a heavenly sight! So I took the liberty of checking my emails (sneaking) and read some fave blogs...

Emotional train wreck.

When someone is emotionally wreck--- events and circumstances are overwhelming them to the point where they are emotionally wrecked! An emotional train-wreck is a person who is highstrung--- who comes into a new relationship with a lot of unresolved issues or who has a lot of emotional baggage (I remembered that one character in the L world series).

But Mrs. M is different; the doctor fondly called her state as "broken heart syndrome" not because she is broken hearted from a recent breakup but the doctor said she has a broken heart from the recent death of Mr. M. "Broken heart syndrome is a temporary heart condition that's often brought on by stressful situations, such as the death of a loved one. The condition can also be triggered by a serious physical illness or surgery. People with broken heart syndrome may have sudden chest pain or think they're having a heart attack." Mayo Clinic ( 2016)

Sad.

Mrs. M is still recuperating in the hospital after that incident last week where she just flipped and got confused. Maybe she was really seeing things. She was shouting aloud as if someone is trying to get her "I don't want to go, I am not ready to go yet, please just leave".

On the other hand, my Mr. James Bond is losing it too. Two weeks ago we had to call his wife because he did not show up for treatment. Turned out he was just in their garage trying to figured it out how to come to the Clinic. But he was fine the rest of that week. Then last week he was dropped off by the wife stating that they came from the ER as he was more confused, he was diagnosed with UTI. Reason enough. But he doesn't want to do his treatment and no explaining can move him to give out his arm to be cannulated and I wont take the risk either of putting him in a detrimental position. This week he was fine.

Dementia. Confusion. Leave 'em alone!

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Sunday's child...

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I won't remember you....

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heads or tails...

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and so it goes...

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