NaBloPoMo, parents, hospital

What Hospitals Are Not Telling You

Woman wearing glasses and a white N95 mask, photographed indoors

Sadly, Mr. KK and I have spent quite a bit of time in Emergency Departments and Hospitals with our parents over the last year. In doing so, we have discovered that there is myriad of things that we are not being told, and that are not common knowledge.

We have had some hard lessons this year; I’m sharing them with you in the hopes that you can be prepared if you ever find yourself at the hospital. (And I hope you do not.)

There are very few “emergencies” in the emergency room. I’m not belittling life-threatening injuries or episodes, but I would say 90% of the people in the emergency room are there because it was the only game in town. If you need medical assistance at 9pm, there is literally nowhere else for you to go. Once you remove all the people who are having a true emergency room, the place just turns into one big waiting room for a doctor’s appointment. So you wait. And wait. Time stands still in the ER. It’s like being a casino – there are no windows and you somehow spent a boatload of money. When you first arrive they may fuss over you, order a zillion tests, check on you. But after a while, you realize that “The doctor will be by soon” could mean 3 hours.

You need to stay for 3 days. Like hotels, hospitals have a minimum night stay for some things. If the hospital is recommending any type of rehab – physical or occupational – in order for health insurance to cover your rehab stay, you must have completed 3 nights in the hospital. But there’s a catch! Your time in the ER does not count. The clock starts ticking once you are admitted into a hospital bed in a room. One time, my mother was being discharged from the ER with an order for live-in rehab at a local facility.
Me: “Will insurance cover her stay?”
Nurse: “No, since you mother was only in the ER and not admitted.” (I challenge the use of the word “only” here.)
Me: “Ok, then can you admit her so she can get her 3 days in so this can be covered?”
Nurse: “No, I’m sorry, there is no medical reason for us to hold her here. She’s being discharged.”

Inpatient and Outpatient are extremely different entities. When you are admitted to the hospital, you are considered “inpatient”. When you come to a part of the hospital for an appointment, that is considered “outpatient”. These are two very different things.

Here’s how we found this out:

My father-in-law had been admitted to the hospital on a Wednesday and was being monitored and undergoing testing. Separately, he had a doctor’s appointment coming up on Friday in another part of the hospital for immunotherapy. On Thursday, we asked the staff what the plan would be to get him from his hospital bed down to his appointment the following afternoon, since he was having trouble walking.

Staff: “Ohhhh. Well, he can’t go to that appointment while he’s here in the hospital.”
Us: “WTFDYM? He’s literally already AT the hospital. We just need to get him downstairs.”
Staff: “That’s an outpatient appointment. He’s inpatient right now in the hospital.”
Us: “So what you’re saying is that even though he is physically IN the hospital, and just 7 floors above where he needs to be tomorrow afternoon, he cannot attend his immunotherapy appointment at the hospital because he is in the hospital?”

(We ended up pushing for him to be discharged on Friday morning so that he would not miss his immunotherapy appointment. But that would not have happened if we did not advocate for him.)

There is such a thing as a safety sitter. I didn’t find this one out until yesterday, but this is 100% someone we could have used during our hospital stays. Basically, if you are worried that your loved one might try and get out of bed (when they shouldn’t be) or might try and do something else they shouldn’t be doing, and you cannot be at their bedside 24/7 to watch over them or you do not want to be the person the patient starts to hate because you keep telling them “no”, you can ask the hospital for a safety sitter. This person will sit with the patient to ensure that they don’t do anything crazy to get themselves hurt. The hospital will NEVER suggest this person to you. They will see you there at the bedside, pleading with the patient to stay put or they will fall, and just assume you have things under control. If you don’t ask for it, you don’t get it.

There is no ONE PERSON who knows what’s going on. Between shift changes and schedule rotations, you could be in the hospital for 3 days and never see the same nurse or doctor twice. It’s hard not to feel like you’re being passed around like a bad cold. You are trying to be the holder of all the knowledge, and find yourself repeating the patient’s history 347 times a day. Did you know you can request a meeting with the full care team to make a care plan? ASK FOR IT.

Nurses are the heroes. You probably already knew this, but it’s the nurses that you’ll remember from your hospital visit. For me, it was the kind nurse who got me a second chair, a blanket, and a warm ginger ale the night I stayed overnight in the hallway of the ER with my mother.

Everything about being at a hospital is stressful. First, no one wants to be there. Second, it’s filled with germs and sick people. Third, if you are the patient, you are scared you’re dying; if you are the caregiver, you are worried your loved one is dying. Lastly, the lighting is just awful; no amount of makeup can fix it.

If you find yourself at the hospital – and I hope you don’t – speak up for yourself. Ask questions. Then ask more questions. Request all the services. Be a nuisance. When they say, “I’ll get the doctor for you” and it’s been 2 hours, go find them and ask again.

Learn from my experiences; your loved one is lucky to have you.

Age, getting old, Life

Progressive Glasses Changed My Life

A little more than a decade ago, I begrudgingly accepted the fact that I no longer had the eyesight of a 25 year old. I bought my first pair of reading glasses.

And I’ll admit, they changed my life. First of all, I could SEE – my texts, the computer screen, even the food on my plate looked sharp and more appetizing. Second, I liked the way I looked with glasses, even furthering my resemblance to my celebrity doppelgänger Julia Louis-Dreyfus (in her Elaine Benes days).

The love affair started slowly. One pair at home, a pair to leave at work. Then, more. Tortoise shell. Teal with wooden arms. Oversized. Sunglasses! I was obsessed with finding stores that had a Peepers kiosk. Book stores. Whole Foods. I even found readers at a gift shop in the Charlotte airport. I was obsessed. They were the perfect accessory – they always fit, and they could match your outfits and your moods.

Even though the glasses were classified as “readers” I wore them all the time – cooking, watching TV, living life. It was just easier to leave them on my face. I climbed my way from a 1.25 magnification all the way up to a 2.75 over the course of a decade. My computer and phone screens were crystal clear, but the world around me was now fuzzy. In the car, the GPS was sharp, the road was soft. My readers spent half their time on my face and the other half on my head (inevitably falling off if I bent to far in any direction). So I schlepped to the eye doctor.

“Have I killed my eyes by wearing these all the time? Am I making myself blind?” I asked. Like, did I do this to myself, this dependency on glasses?

The doctor gave me that look doctors give you when you ask a ridiculous medical question, or tell them that you used Dr. Google for a diagnosis. “That is a myth. You cannot make your eyes worse by wearing glasses, just as you cannot make your child’s feet grow by buying them bigger shoes.”

Fair point.

I walked out with a prescription for progressive glasses, feeling 80 years old. However, I was determined to see life clearly again, so off to Warby Parker I went.

Two weeks later, these babies came in the mail:

The Esme. Photo: Warby Parker

I had heard horror stores about progressive lenses being hard to get used to, people literally missing steps and falling, and incredible headaches. The first few hours, I did have a headache. And then, it just went away. I surprised myself with how quickly I adjusted to the different lens strengths. After two days, I never wanted to take them off.

I. Could. See.

Things I didn’t realize I was doing in a fuzzy haze until I put these glasses one:

  • Chopping/slicing/mincing and everything else needed to prepare dinner. How I didn’t lose a finger is beyond me!
  • Driving. I knew it was a little fuzzy, but driving with these glasses honestly made me wonder how I was driving around before!
  • Watching TV. I used to take my readers off for TV because it was so far away. But apparently I needed just a lower strength to see the TV clearly because I was once again able to read text messages on people’s phones on the screen.
  • Everything else in life was just…clearer and better.

I feel very progressive in my progressives! And I have even convinced Mr. KK to also get progressive glasses because I don’t want to be 80 years old by myself in this house.

Life, Little Mister, Mr. KK, sleep

I Haven’t Had a Good Night’s Sleep Since 2003

We bought our Little Mister a kid-friendly “smart” watch for his birthday, in an effort to help him become more aware of time (and the passage of time, and how 30 minutes on an iPad feels different than 30 minutes of folding laundry), and his daily activity level.

Last night, he asked to wear his watch to bed so he could “track his sleep”. When he emerged from his shower this morning, he popped his watch on the charger.

“So….” I said, eyeing him expectantly, “how did you sleep?”

He deftly hit a few buttons. “Eight hours and forty four minutes!”

Almost nine hours! Oh, to be a kid again. The last time I slept for that long was…probably never? But we have been training Little Mister to be a champion sleeper and apparently it has paid off.

Somewhere, under this pile of stuffed animals, is Little Mister and
our dog Rocco and potentially our dog Bruno as well.

Way back when, as I was gently placing Little Mister into his crib on the last night of my maternity leave, I whispered into his ear, “You need to sleep through the entire night”, then I kissed his head and backed out of his room.

Guess what? He slept through the night from that day forward. I believe it was because I willed it to be true, because I could not even begin to think about waking up for work every day after having been up multiple times during the night.

Up until that point, Little Mister had already been a great sleeper. In his early days, newly home from the hospital, he would sleep in 5 hours stretches of time (which, ironically, sometimes now passes as a full night’s sleep for me).

It’s no wonder that he sometimes clocks 9, 10 or 12 hours of sleep (I have had to wake him up on more than one occasion on a weekend as the clock neared 11am!)

I was never a late sleeper, and Lord knows I’m a morning person and not a night owl. As a child, I would wake up on Saturday mornings WAY before the morning cartoons started, quietly playing in my room until my parents woke up. In high school, I never needed an alarm to wake up for school. In college, well, let’s just I would lie awake on my bottom bunk waiting to hear someone in our house stirring so I could pounce on them to start the day.

I know how important sleep is for my body. Because I can’t sleep late, I try and go to sleep earlier on the front end to get some quality hours in before midnight. Almost every morning, my eyes open close to 5am. (It was 4am a few weeks back when we changed the clocks because apparently I have the sleep patterns of a toddler). Every morning Mr. KK wakes up to see my face lit up by my phone or Kindle, eagerly waiting for someone to talk to.

At this point I’m so used to being away so early. I do some of my best online shopping before the sun comes up.

Since I wasn’t a late sleeprer, I needed to ensure that I was getting quality sleep over quantity. Mr. KK and I were waking up sore every morning. I was crooked when I first would stand up, hobbling to the bathroom until I could stand up straight. We knew it was our mattress.

So a few years ago, Mr. KK and I bought a Sleep Number bed. And it changed our lives. I can control the firmness of my side of the bed with my phone, AND it tracks my sleep for me. Now I wake up (pain free, I might add) and I can see how restless I was, when I was in deep sleep, and when I got out of bed. And while I’m not sleeping any later, I am sleeping better. We have a friendly competition going of who got the better sleep score the night before. We are both tied for best score ever of 95; but for me that was only after traveling 11 straight days for work, sleeping like shit in hotel rooms, and coming home while Mr. KK was traveling and having the bed all to myself (plus 2 dogs). That night I got quality AND quantity.

I am so incredibly jealous of how well my child sleeps. Not only can he sleep late, he can stay up late! On Friday nights we’ll all be on the couch watching TV and before I know it, I’m waking up and it’s 11:34pm and Little Mister is sitting there wide eyed, holding the remote, watching a show.

And now that he is older, he wants to go to bed later. Which is the opposite of me, who wants to go to bed the minute the dinner dishes are in the dishwasher. Especially because I have no problem falling asleep within 3 minutes of climbing into bed. There are nights where Mr. KK and I can’t wait to go to sleep, and we’re ready to hop in bed the minute Little Mister turns out his lights. Those are the nights that LM loses his mind, yelling, “I DON’T WANT TO GO TO BED AT THE SAME TIME!”

To which I reply, “So go to bed earlier.”

When I heard Little Mister slept for almost nine hours, I’m not ashamed to admit that I was a little jealous. What does it feel like to sleep that long? Do you wake up feeling rested? Does your back hurt because you’ve been lying down for so long? I have so many questions.

I average about 6 hours of “good” sleep a night. The other hour I’m in bed is me tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable around the two dogs who are bed hogs, and thinking. Making my mental lists of what appointments need to be made, what we need at the store, what time the holiday concert is, whether or not I need to adjust Little Mister’s dismissal plan. Not to mention what’s for dinner, what’s going into lunches and when was the last time that the little dog Lucy pooped.

All this to say: I’m incredibly jealous of Little Mister’s carefree life that enables him to sleep late. And that it’s barely 9pm right now and I can’t keep my eyes open!

Here’s to the tired Mamas out there. I see you.

food

The password is: protein.

2024’s word of the year better be protein.

My feed is filled with news about protein:

How much protein do you need to eat to lose weight?

What foods have the most protein?

Are you getting enough protein?

Eat more protein!

Protein for President!

(too soon on that last one?)

Over the last year, I have been working with nutritionists to help balance my food intake, manage my weight, and counteract the M word. In the last few months, I have been tasked with focusing on eating more protein, in order to meet a certain goal each day. I’ll tell you, some days, I don’t want to even look at more protein. But I have learned a few things.

My Personal 10 Thoughts About Protein

  1. Eggs do not have a lot of protein. So if that’s what you’re hoping to get all your protein from, you will be very disappointed. Or, you will be eating 20 eggs a day and likely have other issues.
  2. It takes advanced math skills to balance the amount of protein you need without going overboard on fat and carbohydrates. Be ready to spend half of the day doing calculations.
  3. If you are a vegetarian, good luck!
  4. I hope you like cottage cheese.
  5. Start drinking bone broth. Not chicken broth, but BONE broth. It’s the same, but more expensive, and like double the grams of protein in a cup.
  6. Buy Greek yogurt in bulk.
  7. Factor in nuts! Then see how how much fat are in nuts and cut your nut intake in half. Realize you are short your protein goal. Repeat.
  8. Eat meat. Then more meat, topped with meat and with a side of meat. Fish also works.
  9. Meal plan. Plan your whole day’s meals out ahead of time. This helps to eliminate you crying in front of the fridge when your dinner is ready and getting cold, and you realize that you still need 20 grams of protein in your meal.
  10. Eat beans. But make sure you won’t be in public, or that you work from home.

So am I getting the 120+ grams of protein I should be eating in a day? Sometimes.

Luckily, I eat meat and fish. And yogurt. And cottage cheese. And bone broth.

Do I make my protein goal every day? Nope. Can I easily go overboard on my carb and fat goals? Yep. Because carbs and fats are delicious.

That statement could not be more true:

Some days I find myself not meeting my macro nutrient goals, but I’m not hungry. And the number one rule is DO NOT eat if you’re not hungry. So on those days, I miss my goals. When I find a magic combination of breakfast/lunch/dinner, I do a little dance, and then I tend to try and replicate that.

Tips for Eating Enough Protein

I’m not an expert, but this is what I’m trying:

  • Find a protein-rich breakfast that works for you, and eat a variation of that.
  • Have something high in protein that you can snack on. Last week, I made a batch of turkey meatballs and when I needed a little boost or addition to a meal, I snacked on 2-3 of those. Or beef jerky.
  • Make one recipe each week that you can quickly and easily grab as a meal. For me, I make a soup each week that I have for lunch. Something with – you guessed it – meat and vegetables of some sort.
  • Try a new recipe each week. I bought the Macros Made Easy cookbook, and I’m trying 1-2 things from this each week. This week it’s the Sunday Quiche (makes an easy breakfast!) and the Blackened Chicken Caesar Cobb Salad, which packs a hefty 42 grams of protein in a serving!
  • Do your best. Make conscious choices (yogurt is better than potato chips, that sort of thing).

Now get out there and eat some protein!

Christmas, Elf on the Shelf

Last Post: Trees, Wrap-Up and The BIG Year Ahead

This last post is a few days late, thanks to the flu that took me down the week after Thanksgiving. I felt like I had been hit by a truck, but I’m slowly coming back to life.

It was hard to lose a week of my life in prime holiday time, but it wasn’t as awful as last year, when after avoiding Covid for two years both Mr. KK and I tested positive the beginning of the second week in December. And on top of Covid, I also had the flu (I have always been an over achiever), which was a super fun time. Miraculously we were able to keep Little Mister from getting sick (and inevitably missing Christmas), but we did miss out on quite a bit of festivities during the month because WE were sick. My goal was to test negative by Christmas Eve, and I did – on December 23 – when my Mom and I held our cookie making day (which had been cancelled from a week earlier). I was thankful to be able to have that day and then enjoy Christmas and Christmas Eve.

One Balsam and One Frasier Fir

Balsam on the left – check out the difference in color between the 2 trees.

We secured our trees this past weekend. I was still feeling pretty crappy so we didn’t venture too far from home, and the selection wasn’t huge, but we found two pretty great trees. We’re normally a Frasier Fir family, but this year we’re mixing it up and bringing a Balsam into the mix. Right now we have 2 naked trees up in our house and they smell amazing. And, in true kk fashion, I’m more in love with our second ‘kitchen’ tree than I am the tree in the big room. It’s just so round and fat and green.

The Elf Is Here

He arrived on Thursday, a nice surprise for Little Mister when he got home from school. He’s already up to his shenanigans.

The Year Ahead

2024 promises to be a big year. But before I look ahead let’s look back and see what your Unwrapped looks like when you only listen to Spotify when driving your 9 year old around. The fact that Imagine Dragons isn’t listed here is shocking. I remember when each of these songs became an obsession that we listened to on repeat throughout the year. Thanks, Spotify.

So, the year ahead.

First, it’s a milestone birthday year for me. And I have decided that we will celebrate all year long. We’re planning a long Birthday Weekend Spectacular (BSW) a few months after my actual birthday, and planning that will be almost as fun as going. If there’s ever been a time to reflect on life so far, next year will be it for me.

Second, next year is my 20 year cancer-versary! It’s hard to believe it’s been twenty years, the memories are so vivid it feels like yesterday. So thankful for my doctor and the amazing team of nurses at Dana Farber.

So that’s it – another month of blogging in the books. I missed a few days, but I’ve made peace with it! I hope you enjoyed reading…until next year!