Putting the Patient’s Care First

In case you’re interested (and even if you’re not), here’s the detailed info about the stroke.  The doctors said that my mother in-law has atrial fibrillation (had it for a long time), which is a type of irregular heartbeat.  In this case, when the heart does not beat or pump properly, blood can pool within the heart resulting in the formation of blood clots, which can travel to the brain causing a stroke.  The doctors believe the clot formed in the right medial cerebral artery (click here for more details about the artery):

  • Supplies most of the temporal lobe, anterolateral frontal lobe, and parietal lobe.
  • Perforating branches supply the posterior limb of the internal capsule, part of the head and body of the caudate and globus pallidus.
  • Unilateral occlusion of Middle Cerebral Arteries at the stem (proximal M1 segment) results in:
    • Contralateral hemiplegia affecting face, arm, and leg (lesser).
    • Homonymous hemianopia – Ipsilateral head/eye deviation.
    • If on left: global aphasia.
  • Usually occlusion is embolic in nature – thrombotic occlusion more common in carotids.

 

Now for detailed report of MRI (without contrast):

Stroke indication: Fall. Altered mental state. The patient was in atrial fibrillation.  Confusion and memory loss.

Technique: Multispin and multiplanar MR images of the brain.

Findings: Abnormal diffusion weighted signal is seen within the right basal ganglia and right MCA distribution extending to the temporal lobe concerning for right MCA infarct.

Prominence of the lateral ventricles, sulci, and basal cisterns is consistent with age related atrophy.  Increased signal within the periventricular white matter is consistent with small vessel gliosis of a chronic nature.

No mass, mass effect, nor extraaxial fluid collections are seen.  The basal cisterns remain intact and uneffaced.  The paranasal sinuses and orbits appear normal.

 

CONCLUSIONAcute right MCA infarct.  Age related atrophy.  Chronic small vessel periventricular gliosis is noted as well.

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Now the harder decisions.

Do we pursue any sort of physical therapy for her, knowing that her chance for another stroke, the “big one,” increases by the day?

Do we simply provide her comfort care for the rest of her life, going down the path of hospice-based assistance, assuming she might not live another six months, giving her whatever she wants even if it increases her chance of dying any moment (e.g., letting her drink as much water and eat as much food as she wants although she might choke on the intake)?

As usual, we’ll keep feeding her quiet, gentle sense of humour, which she has nurtured on even the most trying days of her life.

My kingdom for a swallow test!

Can you remember life before the widespread use of the automobile, walking or riding horse-and-buggy to school/church?

Can you then imagine your life depends on telephone, text, mobile phone and other technology to deliver to your hospital room a person to evaluate your ability to swallow and, thus, your access to oral medication/food?

Would the lack of food /meds inhibit your future growth while rehabbing after a potential neurological stroke?

In other words, how much should any one stranger have an influence on your life?

Every person is important. Titles are irrelevant. I/we depend on you/us, all the time.

“No, I’m just a tech”

In moments like these…

Why is it in moments like these?

Stretcher/gurney, powder-free nitrile exam gloves, vitals monitoring equipment, feeding Coke/water via cotton swab a few drops at a time – you know, moments like these, 94 year-young mother in-law in the hospital after another fall.

Trains honking horns while passing through downtown intersections.

Gangs joining former military (veterans) in formalising government/business protests.

Almost as if Lawnmower Man: Cyberspace is actually prophetic.

As if…

When family is involved, I’m emotional, less logical, less willing to write the storyline that details Committee meetings, supercomputer output or books that foretell their plots.

The tale of the nature of water and air will wait.

Humour Yourself

I have friends who embrace social media, sharing every intimate detail of their lives, and those who won’t even own a mobile phone or fly, for fear they’re being tracked.

I don’t fear anything.  Well, not much…the venomous spider hiding in the woodpile on the evening I’m too cold and careless to look while carrying cellulose fuel into the house on a below-freezing day, for instance.

As far as social media goes, I’m of the opinion that I want social media providers to clearly state how my data is used so I sympathise with this guy.

However, I “mine” my friends’ social media information myself, putting their data into the supercomputer for tests and experiments on potential new formulae to apply universally across subculture manipulation subroutines.

In other words, the more social media data I gather, the more I can monitor how social media providers are influencing the same subcultures I’m experimenting with, including employees of the social media providers.

It’s what the Book of the Future showed me – put ideas in employees of companies/governments you want to control and it doesn’t matter what they think they have hidden from you.

Even of feeding my paranoid readers.

Time to feed myself and then turn to nature for some casual observations and perhaps create a new home “movie”.

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Thanks to Mary Vaughn for the lovely organ/piano music on Sunday – the choir she accompanied performed superbly, too.

UPDATE: In a previous post, a sentence should have begun with “To ensure your future existence,”.

One person – you – can make a difference

Apologies to readers looking for the next chapter from the Book of the Future.

Creating a little me time to remember who I am before I’m completely forgotten…

Ever since about age 5, I’ve seen the world from a sarcastic/cynical/satirical perspective, in total awe of those who take their lives so darn seriously.

When I get bored, I analyse myself for entertainment.

The distribution of resources – raw, processed, assembled, manufactured – is never perfectly smooth.

Would you say Jericho was brought down by an earthquake and local tribes, looking to expand, entered the city, claiming manifest destiny rather than eminent domain?

Is it anyone’s fault if resources are instantly available to those who are willing to take full advantage of the situation?

Imagine building an atomic weapon that’s encased inside a wormlike device.

You’re hired to drill oil wells for the local tribe.

To ensure your future, you drill the wells but send atomic worms to the bottom of the well and let them “eat” their way into strategic locations deep underground.

One day, when the local tribe decides it’s had enough of you, it sends you away and takes over the resources for itself.

You remotely trigger an atomic worm to detonate, poisoning the oil and causing earthquakes throughout the region.

Word spreads.

Local tribes don’t interfere with your desire to “share” their tribal oil with you.

The same for water, the elixir of life.

The list goes on and on.

You toucha my resources, I breaka your fingers.

From thermostat redesign to atomic worms, one person, whose thoughts idle, makes a difference.

Or, when elites have immunity from the law of the land, anarchy is not far behind.

Best be invisible and rule the world, nudging the people ever so slightly in order to accomplish goals that take millennia.

The year 3011 is not that far away.

Next goal: 14072 days to go.

Last thought for the day: If I don’t give protection for my local financial institutes to fund my economy, and they fail, will foreign financial institutes take over?  Who’ll be the figurehead leaders, then?  Who will really control the global economy?  And how will I get the resources I need to send life off this planet?  See where this is going, don’t you?  Read about it in the next free chapter from the Book of the Future, written by you every day…

Which do you value most?

Do you value:

  • the creation of a child?
  • the creation of a new breed of cattle/sheep/cat/dog/pig/plant?
  • the issuance of a new patent?

I don’t know much about what’s going on today – people eat, live and die, for all I know.

The Vatican is probably providing more details about putting ethics about into global finance/commerce.

And a friend of mine is excited about receiving word his patent application has been approved.

Meanwhile, I sliced the end of my finger while cutting apart a floor fan to install some Hokey Spokes displays for an upcoming party.

Today is a day of small wonders.

International intrigue takes a back seat to my devoting time to the average guy in me who eats at Shogun Restaurant and gets his hair trimmed at Cuts By Us.

Happiness in simplicity – that’s my longterm goal.

All the other stuff – globalising everything we do so we can more efficiently focus on transporting some of us off this planet – is just idling my time until I can forget about the rest of us and focus on writing about the beautiful, forgetful nothingness of animal and plant life in the ecosystem around me.

In the big picture, we’re forgotten.  Why waste my time pretending I’ll be remembered?

Time for a nap, cook dinner and spend the evening with my wife.

Another congrats to my friend who’s waited 3-1/2 years to get his U.S. patent.  Best wishes to him in creating a profitable market or finding a buyer who’s already staked out potential sales territory and future product enhancements.

The Dear Hunter

While letting my thoughts wander over the words of those angered-up by OWS and other street protests in an article at the Economist website, Rage against the machine, I came across an interesting observation by Der Perfessor:

The major reason why a solution to the Euro crisis is not happening is that the Banks are insisting that ALL their losses on the Euro bonds be repaid by the governments. No haircut at all! In fact, would you believe it, they now want the 450 billion Euro guarantee offered by the EFSC be expanded to, yes , ONE TRILLION EUROS. And they have sufficient sway to prevent a solution to the euro crisis until they get it.

Until the barbarians at the gate find the means to recruit critical masses of unhappy mercenaries to crash the homes/businesses of those in finance who help support “the 1%” – doing real damage a la Gaddafi’s downfall – then life is endlessly the same thing all over again, is it not?  No matter how many bandaids in the form of refinanced mortgages we apply to the leaking aorta of a dying system.

What was it that guy said in “Tuesdays with Morrie,” that those who bankroll the military and police to support their financial lavishness are always the real ones in power, no matter how public they appear?

Who casts the first stone, as they say in my subculture?

Not me.  I know who I am.  I’m as guilty as the next ex-office worker whose fortune was built on a rigged financial system no different than the average Ponzi/pyramid scheme wrapped in an emperour’s new clothing line.  An indoctrinated, brainwashed technogeek who created an organisation so well-entrenched into the current dysfunctional system that it’s no better or worse than the system it purports to overrun.

I keep waiting for my team of hackers and scientists tied to the supercomputer to show me a global socioeconomic system that keeps everyone fat/trim, dumb and happy, but they just keep feeding me one exploitative system after another.

There’s a lesson in here, if I choose to think about it…

Ou est the center of global civilisation?

The fan of the laptop computer starts and stops on this cool-warm morning in late October.

The sanitation crew has driven through, emptying a week’s worth of excess household living.

Dry leaves fall from wintering trees.

How do I account for my life on this first day of the workweek?

Do I justify myself and my thought set?

Do I meditate in silence?

Sweep the front and back decks?

Play with the cats?

Continue progress on electronic LED displays for an upcoming holiday (Arduino or simple transistor/resistor/capacitor/switch control)?

Set the electronic keyboard in the garage and play random musical tone sequences?

Read a book?

Finish my tea, for starters.

Today, I am a caged domestic animal and I’m turning off the thoughts that say that’s not okay.

Tethered to this planet, nothing to vaunt about.

At peace with nothingness.

A break between chapters of the story of life.