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MIL is still on the ventilator, but they are not giving her sedatives...as of yesterday morning.

She was still not consious when we saw her at 5:30pm. But she's not restrained and not thrashing around, either. She's just laying there, and except for the tubes and machines attached to her body, looks like she's sleeping.

Hubby thinks the rest of her body has just closed down while it concentrates on trying to heal itself.

It is so sad to see.

We were there when Hubby's Granddaddy (MIL's father) and his g/f came to visit, and after the visiting half-hour was over, they invited us out to dinner with them. We spent a couple of hours eating and visiting--which was nice.

That's it for now.

Hubby took me to the doctor yesterday and it turns out the pain in my heel was being caused by a bone spur. They took X-rays and showed me. The spur looks just like an arrowhead, and it was sticking out from the heel toward the arch in my foot. So, every step was very painful because if it.

The doctor gave me a choice, take steroids for a couple of weeks by mouth or get an injection into the spot. I asked him which was faster/better and of course he said the injection. Ugh. So, I got the shot. It hurt like a motherfucker. He also told me to stay off of it for a couple of days and gave me some lovely pain medication...ahhh.

Anyway, the doctor's office is in Lebanon, TN, right next door to the hospital where my MIL is, so I suggested going over to visit. At first, Hubby said no, I should get to work. So we started back to Murfreesboro. I hadn't eaten and it was lunchtime, so we stopped at a Sonic right at the edge of town for lunch. While we were eating, Hubby decided that he should go and pay a visit to the hospital. So, he called work to let them know we would not be in that day and after we finished eating, we headed back.

We got there before the visiting hour (or rather, half-hour since it's ICU, the visiting time is really restricted) and we went into the visitor's waiting room. Hubby's Granddad (his mother's father) and his g/f were there. Hugs all around and an update--his mother still doesn't recognize anyone, she has a bad kidney infection, etc. She has had to be restrained to prevent her from hurting herself or others and so the staff can treat her.

When it was time, Hubby and I went to see his mother. It is so sad. She is tied to the bed, hands and feet and she is unconsious. She was wearing an oxygen mask and had an IV and a drainage bag for the kidney infection (which I didn't see, but hubby did and he said it was full of a dark liquid...apparently the drainage). I did look at the various liquids they are pumping into her--one is a glucose solution, one is electrolites and something else and another is medication. They are keeping her sedated, but she is still very agitated and thrashing around. She opens her eyes, but doesn't really "see" you--they are unfocused. I don't think when she opens her eyes she is really "aware" of anything. She calls out "momma" and "daddy" as if she was a child. It was really hard to see. I did speak to her, telling her that Hubby and I were there and we loved her.

We did not stay in the room very long since the time available is short and her father was waiting to go in again. After he came back out, Hubby and I stayed with him for another hour and then we headed off to visit Hubby's father at the farm. (We had just missed him at the hospital--he had to go back to the farm to take care of all the animals, etc.)

When we got there, we sat and talked to him (or rather, let him talk) about the whole situation. He was shocked at the number of empties he had found stashed all over the house. He thought she had quit drinking several years ago. He is nervous about what is happening to her, and I think he is afraid she might not make it. (The doctor said it may take 48-72 hours before she "comes out of it" and begins to recognize people again. He also said that she may have to be in a rehab facility for a while.) We let him talk and told him what we'd found out on the Mayo Clinic website...basically that once the original problem (in this case, alcoholism) is dealt with, usually the peripheral neuropathy can be helped and even cured with physical therapy. So, we left him hopefully feeling better.

This morning my future SIL called to say the doctors had placed my MIL on a ventilator last night because she kept "biting" the oxygen mask off. *sigh*

We were hoping to go to the Highland Games this weekend, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen. I doubt if I'd be able to walk very much anyway--but I think I'll encourage Hubby to go on his own. He needs a break and he has been looking forward to this since the RenFest.

Guess that's all for now.