Saturday, April 28, 2012

" An 'A-B-C' Of Home Health Care...Part III of IV "


“ An ‘A-B-C ‘ Of Home Health Care: A List Of Things You NEED To Know (Which Might Just Save Your Life, Or The Life Of Someone You Love), Incomplete As It May Be…Still  “



Part III of IV



04/28/12



My most dear, and wonderful friends, and ever-loyal readers, there will inevitably be a time, following illness or accident at home, that will necessitate calling ‘911’ for assistance, or intervention, or transport to a Hospital emergency room; as I may have mentioned before, trauma centers refer to a term called; “The Golden Hour”, during which there still remains a good chance that the person will survive after intervention and treatment.   This refers to major accidents at home, or while driving, whether they are serious injuries, strokes, or heart attacks, to name but a few.



And even though many of you have cell telephones that you take with you everywhere, nevertheless, this, “Golden Hour”, is precious, and any extra time you can contribute for intervention and treatment to be given soon enough, can only help increase one’s odds of survival.



Too often—though—valuable minutes are wasted from the time the ‘incident’ is discovered, to ‘911’ being called, to the arrival of the ambulance, by otherwise caring individuals, standing-around, looking either dazed, or confused, not knowing what to do, to even, where to begin. Or when, the incident—itself—is discovered late.  You must intervene as soon as possible.



Depending upon the severity of the illness or injury, a person may not have a “Golden Hour”, when just five minutes could—if correctly acted upon—help a person to survive.  Of course accidents and injuries can happen anywhere, any time, to anyone: family member, friend, neighbor, acquaintance, or even casual strangers. 



So many times—especially in the case of those unknown to us—we hesitate to become involved.  Only YOU can listen to your heart’s voice in deciding the extent of your interaction.  However, situations differ so much that, while you may be reluctant to begin C.P.R. on a complete stranger, you might not hesitate a second to remove someone away from fire, or a burning car spotted along the road.



There are two things to always keep in mind, whenever someone has fallen, or must be removed from harm; that is, unless absolutely necessary, never move a person who may have sustained back injuries.  Make the person comfortable of course, with a flat pillow to facilitate their breathing, and—when necessary, ever so slightly elevate the feet, and provide a blanket, to ward off potential shock.



These days, this reluctance is quite understandable, what with AIDS, Hepatitis C, other, blood-borne diseases, and a few air-borne ones like Tuberculosis.  Without proper precautions, the ‘helper’ places him or herself at risk, especially when potentially; massive quantities of body fluid are either directly observed, or discovered.



On those few occasions when I was there, observed the incident, and took action, it was my choice to do so; but then…neither did I rush in, and do it foolishly.  I took what precautions that I needed to ensure my own survival; which is why it is of vital importance that you remain calm so you can think, even if the scene is one of nightmare.



But, even if the circumstances may make you afraid, legitimately or not, taking NO action should leave you with a bruised conscience.  At very LEAST—should you come upon an injury or an accident, or abuse….too many carry cell telephones these days, to simply not use them, to call ‘911’.  You must make up your own minds, and often, very quickly, too.  And in regards to helping a complete stranger, even one whose aspects you might find distasteful, I will only list two things:

1)           As a Director Of Nurses once told me, “…whether you may like or dislike a person, doesn’t matter, if you but consider all to be ‘God-made’ souls.

2)           I consider the prudent intervention on behalf of even strangers to be but part of the price that I must morally pay to assert my claim to being human.



However, it must be mentioned, that since—perhaps—something like 80-90% of all injuries, and accidents occur at home, you will then be—of course—more likely to on an ascending scale to help neighbors, friends, relatives, to direct family members such as a spouse, or child.  And in being more informed in how to give such care, it may eventually prove to be of help to you.



Few homes—if any—have on hand, a usable, and reliable ‘First Aid Kit’, beyond—perhaps—a rusted box of band aids, or some peroxide, or Q-tips, which will NOT be of any help to you in a ‘real’ emergency.  And so, after having given the matter much thought, I am going to list what I think every family should have on hand, in case of an emergency, and how to use them properly, and to best effect.



While ‘my’ “First Aid Kit’, consists of things you may NEVER need, needless to say, all of the items do have a valued place, kept in a resealable, cardboard box, placed, so that it will not get wet—in every home, thus enabling you to prepare for accident, or injuries, and to follow some basic tips, while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.  Thus, you may have helped provide that “Golden Hour” for you, or someone you love, when—on occasion—there may be NO “Golden Hour”, but only scant minutes.  Nevertheless, it can be YOUR calm intervention that may well prove to save a life.



All of the items in ‘my’ dream “First Aid Kit”, are readily obtainable in drug stores, or near the pharmacy in grocery stores.  You do not have to go to a medical supply house; all you need—to begin—is a list of things to get.



And…I will—where necessary—explain:

1)           Why you may need it.

2)            When to use it

3)           And importantly, when to NOT use it

4)           Remember, please, that I may inadvertently either list too much, or miss an item or two; so, I will err on the side of caution, in listing too much, even though, ALL items might prove to be of life-saving value.





Above all...try ever to remain calm; there will be occasions when—perhaps—you might be the ONLY calm person in the room; it is vital that you be so, to better access the situation, and to take prompt action.  Save your nerves for later.  Only after, when the ambulance is on its way to a hospital, do you have the ability and time to scream, yell, cry, or otherwise, ‘break-down’.  Often—for example—while you are intervening, you may need someone to bring things to you such as blankets, or, someone to telephone ‘911’; assume that you are the only one capable of successful intervention (with the possible exception of C.P.R., which CAN be done alone, if you must, but is better done by two ‘first responders’, and anyone else nearby, who can relieve you, as it is VERY tiring to do alone, or to be done properly).



Please know that not every injury or accident will require such drastic intervention, or call to ‘911’.  Accidents include slips, falls, cuts, burns, insect bites, allergies, headaches, bruises, that run the gamut from, ‘boo-boos’, to that which may prove catastrophic.  It is, of course, up to your powers of observation while inspecting, and treating.  However, the decision may not be yours to make. 



If that small voice inside says that something is very, very wrong, or, should it say that it is beyond your capabilities, play it safe, and call ‘911’. Some conditions warrant always calling ‘911’, to have an ambulance take the injured or the ailing to a hospital’s emergency room.

Some of these ‘situations’ demand that you leave the evaluation of, and treatment of to professionals; at best—then—your involvement should be limited to some required stabilization, in attempting to lessen the severity of symptoms, or of preparing the individual for transport—by ambulance—to an emergency room; or, to simply make the person more comfortable, and less likely to go into shock before the ambulance arrives.



There are so many ‘if/thens’ that happen that will necessitate an ambulance trip to the emergency room; and while there are a few palliative measures that you can take, putting off dialing ‘911’, and summoning help may be foolhardy, wrong, and may—in fact—lessen that person’s chance of survival.



As I have mentioned, before, I am NOT licensed, nor am I a professional, so that anything I may say is—in fact—my own opinion, no matter how well read, or assumed experienced; and, I always try to err on the side of caution.  I do feel that the majority of my suggestions are based on personal experience, to, ‘help, do no harm’, but some of these measures should be read, not so much with skepticism, but always with the knowledge that I love you, and want you and yours to be ever safe and well.



You will—from time to time, however rarely, experience events that require calling ‘911’ for an ambulance, without delay.  I list some of them, in no particular order of magnitude; as I consider each, in its own way to be seriously sufficient to warrant immediate action by professionals:

1)           Any slip or fall, that results in unconsciousness.

2)           Any suspected fractured, or broken bone, especially, if there is bone protruding and visible.

3)           Any injury to the eye.

4)           Any fall by an elderly person, that might indicate a fractured or broken hip.

5)           An adult, sustained, elevated temperature of 103.0. WARNING: should this temperature not respond to aspirin or Tylenol, or, continues to rise, call ‘911’ immediately.  The general purpose of an elevated temperature is to an attempt by the body to create an inimicable climate for bacteria or viruses to live.  However, sometimes the body—in response to the pathogen—will continue to rise.  At around 105.0, there is a decided danger that the person may begin to have seizures; unchecked, the person may go into a state called, ‘status epilepticus’, or non-stop seizures, that prevent oxygen from reaching the brain; it WILL either result in a vegetative state, or, most likely be fatal !  In the old days, that person would be placed in a bath tub, and covered with ice.

My advice is to always keep four or five packages of frozen peas in the freezer.  They not only conform better to an inflamed area, such as a sprained ankle, but they can be quickly refrozen, again, for future use. And since the packages are not compromised, the peas can still be eaten later!



In finding someone with an elevated temperature of 103.0 of higher, while waiting for the ambulance, place these bags under each armpit, and on each interior side of the groin, where the leg joins the torso…near the genitals. Until proper help can arrive, what you are doing is trying to lower the temperature a little, by ‘chilling’ the blood.  This is nothing to play around with, and should only be used while waiting for an ambulance to arrive.  They then, can try to stabilize the temperature with special ice packs, until they can arrive to the emergency room.

6)           Should that person be on a ‘blood thinner’ such as Coumadin, or warfarin, it works to prevent clots by lubricating the arteries and veins.  However, its action also makes it extremely difficult to clot at the site of a cut.  A surprising amount of blood can be lost in this fashion.  A band aid will not help, nor will a hundred band aids.  What you can do in this situation, AND, for sustained cuts that run deep, and  produce copious amounts of blood, is to apply a ‘pressure dressing’, by covering the open area, and then grabbing it, or, pressing down upon it with great force, holding tightly to it; in this way, you literally mash the cut closed. Your goal—while waiting for help—is to momentarily stop, or slow don blood loss, that, unchecked will render the person unconscious; there is also the risk of ‘exsanguination’ , or, bleeding to death. A significant, and deep, arterial cut can shoot blood thirty feet into the air, and ‘bleed-out’ happens rapidly.

7)           Unless diagnosed with a history of Migraines, a head-pounding, blinding headache that—despite home treatment—lasts longer than two or three days.

8)           Any burn, beyond that which causes redness, and can be attended to by burn cream; this would include burns that raise the skin with blisters, and may or may not ‘hurt’, depending if nerve cells are damaged, or not.

9)           A resting ( at rest ) radial (wrist) pulse above 120.  Please note that ‘100’ is high, as damage to the heart could follow. As important, is if the sustained pulse is 50 or less. Which could imply cardiac arrest.

10)   A blood pressure whose top number is greater than 150, and whose bottom number is greater than 110. While both have names: systolic, and diastolic, the top number represents the heart in action, while the bottom number represents the heart ‘at rest’.  Both values are important, but the higher the bottom number is of somewhat more importance, and if it is inordinately high, together, may bode signs of heart attack, or stroke.

11)    For confirmed diabetics, both very high numbers or low numbers are critical.  A blood glucose of 60 or lower needs to be raised immediately, lest the person go into insulin shock.  Look for signs of diaphoresis (profuse sweating), redness of face, unsteady gait, incoherency, and/or tremors.  Former wisdom warranted giving the person orange juice to bring up the low blood glucose.  But what if they are semi-conscious, and cannot swallow?  Several packs or a teaspoonful of regular white, table sugar should be placed in the person’s mouth, under their tongues (sublingually), as the glucose in the sugar will then pass directly from under the back of the tongue, to the palette, and into the limbic system of the brain.  Don’t overload the person, but the administration of the equivalent of three or four packs of sugar should help stabilize them until the ambulance arrives.

12)   Nausea and vomiting, with or without elevated temperature, with or without lower abdominal pain, that lasts over two days. This might be evidence of a number of conditions such as food poisoning; however, sustained nausea and vomiting will swiftly dehydrate an individual, and deplete them of necessary electrolytes; meanwhile, try to administer sips of either power aid or gator aid, as these drinks contain valuable electrolytes—besides hydration—that help keep the heart running, and other body functions.

13)   Constipation that lasts longer than a week, which does not respond to laxatives (which should always be given prudently).  Pain medications are notorious for their constipating effects, and—with the guidance of your Provider-- usually, a stool softener is concurrently prescribed.  However, constipation that lasts a week (or longer) may indicate the presence of an impaction, wherein the stool has hardened, and cannot pass normally through the intestines. The person may feel uncomfortably ‘full’, but may only produce mucous and a little diarrhea as normal stool tries to pass around the impaction.  Untended, constipation may prove fatal, as stool continues to back up the digestive system, into the stomach.  Only in an emergency room can it safely be physically removed, difficult, if the impaction is ‘high’, or at the start of the intestines. In extreme cases, surgery may be advised.  And, please, please remember, to NEVER sit there and strain and strain with all one’s might; this stimulates the Vegas nerve that runs up past the heart; such straining can precipitate heart attacks, especially those with a prior history of heart problems.

14)   Persistent, achy to sharp lower middle abdominal pains, or similar pains more to each side, towards the back, under the ribs.  The pain may become unbearable, with or without elevated temperature. Only a trip to the emergency room can rule out appendicitis; pancreatitis; urinary tract infections (which are sometimes accompanied by dark, cloudy, painful urination; gall stones; or, kidney stones). A perforated appendix sprays the interior body cavity with infections and poisons, can result in unconsciousness, and—if untreated—IS fatal. Do not wait for the appendix to rupture.  It must be surgically removed.

15)   Painful urination, that may look dark, cloudy, or be odiferous (awful smelling); it pain may be present all along the urinary tract, can produce ‘flu-like’ symptoms, and an elevated white cell blood count, which would indicate infection; this may be a urinary tract infection, or U.T.I.  Treatment involves antibiotics, along with extra hydration.  Cranberry juice is recommended for women, apple juice for men, to help create a hostile environment for the pathogens, but, please also note, that apple juice—taken in great quantities—also can act like a laxative.

16)   Should you ever find that a person has become unconscious, and is NOT breathing, nor has any determinable heart beat, then--until the ambulance arrives--you should begin C.P.R. (cardio-respiratory-resuscitation).  Often referred to as, ‘the breath of life’, it involves a concerted attempt to blow into a person’s open airway (mouth and throat), and push down upon the person’s chest, both at regular intervals, which if memory serves is about one breath to every four compressions.  The goal is to provide oxygen to the lungs, to the brain, while compressing the heart to facilitate blood flow throughout the body.  While individuals differ—of course—it is a rough estimate that—without C.P.R. being performed, a person has about nine minutes, until becoming oxygen brain starved; except in rare cases—particularly in children who have been rescued from icy waters at bear-freezing temperatures—death will result.  And even if C.P. R.—begun too late, restarts breathing and heat beat, the person will be in a vegetative state, with a so-called, ‘flat-line E.E.G.’ 



My very, very dearest, and precious friends, while I do not mean to fuss at you, I must in all candor say that there is no such thing as ‘half-ass’ C.P.R.  If you want to learn how to perform it (and I recommend that everyone does), learn to perform it properly.  Your local County Health Department should be able to tell you when and where classes in C.P.R. and First Aid may be given, as well as your local Fire Station.

If you learn it, learn it well; and when you commit to using it, commit fully, with no reservations.  Now I completely understand why the notion of your putting your mouth over the mouth of a stranger—after first clearing the airway—might repulse you, and make you want to gag, especially these days with so much drug use and STD’s and illnesses, at least, learn it for your friend’s and family’s sake.  Mouth pieces or guards can be purchased, as can little, portable machines to, ‘jump start’ a heart. But I would not recommend your buying one.

17)   Insect bites.   We all are familiar with ant bites (at a picnic), or mosquito bites, where insect bites become serious, or potentially deadly, is when the person bitten has an demonstrated allergy to such bites, such as; spiders, snakes, scorpions, or ticks.  These bites warrant treatment at a hospital emergency room, but there are a few things you can do; keep on hand a bottle of Benadryl 50 mg. tablets, as well as Benadryl cream in tubes; Benadryl is also known as diphenhydramine.  Also wise, in the treatment of even minor injuries, would be to have several tubes of Triple antibiotic cream to apply to the site to facilitate healing; When doing so, NEVER squeeze the contents onto your bare finger.  Neither touch the tube end directly to the wound, as it is very easy to contaminate those creams, and if so, they will be counterproductive, and too dirty to use.  Instead, apply all creams with Q-tips, using more than one should you need to apply more cream.

18)   For those who have definitive allergic reactions to any bites, having one, or two, ‘Epipens’ on hand is wise; these are syringes that contain epinephrine to help minimize the reaction.  These ‘pens’ are obtained by prescription, only, and be sure to always look at the expiration date.

19)   Benadryl tabs are also of great help—until the ambulance arrives—to slow the effects of a medication allergy. An allergy may demonstrate the following symptoms: itching; a red face, and body that feels swollen and ‘cracked’, changes in respirations, foggy, or loss of consciousness; and falling blood pressure.  Where available, Benadryl liquid is also helpful.  But please, for a severe allergic reaction of ANY kind, call ‘911’ immediately.

20)   Since hands, even if washed, are particularly dirty, you do not want to inadvertently infect a wound by touching it with bare hands.  And so, the purchase of rubber, or latex gloves, in a size comfortable to you is extremely important.  Please also know that some individuals are allergic to latex products, so be prudent—please—in your purchase; one disaster at a time is more than enough!





I realize, my very dearest friends that this entry has been very, very long, I nevertheless would urge you to please make, and keep a copy of it as a reminder, even if you do not care to read it in full now.



There are yet a few things that I’d like you to purchase in the making of your own First Aid Kit, and these, I will attempt to elaborate on, in part IV of this series.



As always, your feedback and comments are vitally important to me, for they help guide me to better help you if I can.  Please ever feel free to give you criticisms and your suggestions to me anytime.



But, please, my dearest, dearest friends, and gentle readers, I am ever motivated to try to be of some help to you, being—as I am—so grateful to you for your kind friendships, and your caring, and support.



This concludes Part III of IV; Part IV to follow.



And, please know I love you dearly,



‘Zahc'/Charles

" An 'A-B-C' Of Home Health Care...Part II of IV "


“ An ‘A-B-C ‘ Of Home Health Care: A List “ “Of Things You NEED To Know (Which Might Just Save Your Life, Or The Life Of Someone You Love), Incomplete As It May Be…Still  “



Part II of IV



04/26/12



While this list is not exhaustive, or complete, I hope that it will give you some greater understanding of things, signs, and symptoms that you really NEED to know to hopefully increase the ‘proactivity’ in becoming more in charge of you own health care; the more you know, the better off you will be.



Some items may appear self-explanatory, or, perhaps, too simple; but you would be truly surprised at the number of Americans who have NO clue.  For example, I have a neighbor in her late seventies, who I found was unable to ‘read’ a thermometer, and who always seemed to have problems with her medications.  This—to me, particularly in this century—was shocking.  What she and her eight-one year old husband would always do, was—in becoming ill—wait weeks, sometimes, before their regular physician’s appointment—as they suffered awfully—and then, would give an otherwise clueless doctor their lists of whatever was ‘going wrong’; it was then up to their Provider to grab some diagnoses out of the air, and prescribe medications that neither of my neighbors could pronounce, knew the purpose, and interactions of, and could scarce-remember the mode of treatment.



And if I may say so, even though they are my good neighbors, and former friends of my late mother and father, was that they were routinely behaving most fool heartedly.  And, dangerously. Once, she come to the house, with an upper thigh (near buttocks) cyst, that she had allowed to grow, until it was swollen so enormously, that it actually up-set her balance, in trying to sit down. 



She told me it had a visible core, and was now so painful due, in part, to the infection, and from the monstrous swelling that had stretched the skin.  Further, in trying to get the core to open, she had her husband ‘play’ with it with often dirty hands.  Tears of Christ.



I begged her to have her husband take her to the emergency room at a local hospital to have it lanced, and a biopsy taken, but she delayed.  Only when the swelling had made her upper thigh almost TWICE the size of the other, did she finally concede to go to have it treated.



My dearest, and sweetest friends, while I have NO desire to offend you, or to make you ill, when she at last had the cyst lanced, so much pressure had built up that the emergency room cubicle she was in resembled more a murder scene; the now-lanced cyst having virtually exploded, spraying blood, glia (base body fluid, tinted a light red/yellow), and infectious pus all over the gurney she was in, the sheets, her, as well as the attending physician.



Funny, the ‘core’ did not explode, as one might imagine a volcano erupting, but, slightly further down the area of swelling. Because she had so long neglected its treatment, there ensued weeks and weeks of drainage, more than daily cleaning of the area, a full course of antibiotics, and frequent dressing (bandage) changes, and antibiotic cream applied to the site.  This, her husband did, as she could not possibly reach the affected area; and since it was located so near her rectum, she had to be inordinately careful in cleaning herself to avoid rubbing stool into the wound, to re-infect it.



95% of all that pain, and time required to heal could well have been avoided if she had had it looked at first.  And while I will address cysts, later, this is not a procedure you can readily do at home, and, the sooner it is tended to, the sooner it will heal.  And these are just average citizens, although most lax in their health care; it was her assumption—for example—that in having to use a store’s restroom, that the infection and the cyst had to have been picked up by sitting on the toilet seat!  While, probably a one-in-a zillion shots that she happened to sit on an ‘infected’ toilet seat, sitting, exactly on a cut she had already open, is wild, naïve, and very ill-thought out.



But, my dear friends, I will tell you that since MERSA has, at last escaped the bounds of the hospital out into the real world, one must now be careful when ever in an environment that is steamy, and humid, wherein MERSA can flourish.  Most lately, it has been found in many places, in spas, and work-out gyms, where the patrons usually, during their workouts, break into a sweat.  Customers are now advised, if not forced to wipe the seats of the equipment, when they are done, with a dilute, antiviral solution, such as Clorox, and to make sure the seats are absolutely dry, for risk of passing along the disease, which does not respond to usual antibiotics, and—in fact--probably accounts for more in-hospital deaths than you might imagine.



MERSA, if memory does not fail me, stands for, “medically resistant staphylococcus {infection} that is supremely difficult to treat, and in some hospitals, the patient is, in effect, quarantined, and placed in isolation, where the staff, in paper gowns, masks, shoes, hats, and gloves have to pass through to a ‘clean’ area.



All that is needed for transmission, is that a person have even a small, unknown cut, or open place, to connect with a moist site—such a recently used, and sweated-upon seat of a stationary bicycle.



Because I’ve veered, again, and that this is so important, my recommendation—in general, because they are so routinely filthy—is to avoid public bathrooms, altogether.  If you absolutely MUST use them, as we all do, at times, try to use feet and elbows to open doors; use paper towels to turn sinks on and off, or open handles to the restroom.  And this is more critical for women, who must sit down to void. Wherever possible, take full advantage of those tissue seat covers. Use several.  And since so many public bathrooms do not have them, when you find one that does, garb several, for future use, and keep them folded up in your purse.  And, friends, although this is unpleasant, but necessary, use your fingers, and your hands as little as possible; depending on circumstance, do not use bare hands to touch the seat to either lift it up, or lower it, and NEVER, use your bare hands to flush.  Either use a wad of toilet paper, or—to be frank—engage the flush mechanism with the sole of your shoe. If, in visiting a stall see that the floor is wet, or has little toilet paper, move to the next stall.



Whenever you exit a public bathroom, try to imagine a surgeon, scrubbed-up, and ready, with both arms out and up to avoid contamination.  Always take with you a small bottle of soap less, sanitizer, alcohol, hand rub.  And try to not pick up food with bare fingers; attempt to grasp them (like fried chicken, for example), with a napkin, or—as the British do, use fork and knife; or—again—please use that sanitizing, alcohol rub for your hands. Any more—though—its not a matter so much how clean your hands are, though it is important, but how clean the hands are of those who prepare and serve your food?



And, along these lines, I would try to avoid being served food by the same person who collects the money. Please think about just how ‘dirty’ currency and coins are.  Sheesh.  I think you’ll find that convenient roadside hotdog not so attractive, after all.  The same, actually with midway food at fairs, or circuses, or carnivals.



Although, as my dear, late mother used to say, “You’ve gotta eat a little dirt, before you die ”,  times have changed, and the ‘dirt’ is much more dirty than it was fifty years ago.



And please, my ever dearest friends, no matter how close your friends are, or how loving your family, please never drink from the same glass, share utensils, or plates, even, though I realize this happens all the time; should someone want to share a tastes with you with proffered fingers, please make sure they’ve thoroughly washed their hands, first.  Better a little insulting, perhaps, than sick.  And, never eat anything that’s hit the floor.  Leave it for your grateful dog or cat, instead.  And please always make sure your own hands are clean…down into the nail beds.



Now I fully know that this is far from a perfect world; we are not a perfect Nation, nor are we perfect individuals.  No one can or should spend their lives in a bubble.  And while our sytems are designed to allow for a certain amount of pathogens, you will—nevertheless—much lessen your chances of becoming ill if you:

1)           Wash your hands thoroughly,

2)           Refrain, as is possible, from getting your fingers on or in your nose, lips, or eyes.

3)           To these I would add, never pick inside the  furthest depth that you can reach in your ears.

4)           Cover your noses with a Kleenex when you sneeze…as one, good, sneeze can travel over one hundred feet, and spray in all directions, as I dimly, now, recall, at some three hundred miles per hour, enough, to cover an inside room.

5)           Cover your mouths—too—when you cough; its only polite, after all.  And should that cough be ‘productive’, meaning sputum tinged in either yellow, or green, those are signs of infection, which you should wrap in tissues, and dispose of, as you make an appointment to see your Primary.

6)           Keep as far away as is possible if someone is sneezing; they may well blame it on their “sinuses”, but for your sake, do not believe them for one second.  It was such a nursing agency person, who caused me to develop pneumonia.

7)           When I used to be employed, and was faced—to frequently—by co-workers who dragged into work, deathly ill, even though they had ‘sick time’, I would become rude, and ask them, “Why-n-hell-didn’t [they] just go the hell home!”



Like many of you, my dear friends at MDJunction, have illnesses that are immune-deficient related, we cannot take the chance that even someone who is casually ill, will not cause us to become incredibly, and unnecessarily sick.  Should I hear someone on the telephone (who is scheduled to come out to my home), punctuated their speech with coughing or sneezing…or, even sound ‘vaguely’ ill, I will press them to reschedule until they are feeling better, which, to my standards means having been on antibiotics for at least forty-eight hours.  I will not allow them entrance.



And while I am about it, it certainly wouldn’t hurt if you make a habit of whiping off the telephone handset, or spraying it with Lysol, if someone besides you have used it.



And I have not even begun to speak to you about the washing, preparation, and proper disposal of food.



But, what I do want to mention to you is how very grateful I am for your kindness, caring, and patience.  In offering to you my most sincere thanks, I am thus pledged to be here for you, to ever help protect you, as I view our friendship as something quite rare and sacred. And a candor, and trust that is most worth fighting for; a delight which is worth savoring, and sharing.



I wish for all a pleasant, peaceful Sunday, free from want, depression, sadness, or despair.  A day of quiet happiness with those you genuinely love you.  Oh, so many blessings do I wish for you, my dear, sweet friends, and ever-loyal readers.



May your day be filled with honest laughter and enjoyment; with every moment filled with gladness.  And then, tonight, I wish you hours of soft, and restorative sleep, with only good dreams; watched-over, and protected by sweet angels by your side.



End of Part II of IV; Part III to follow.



And always know I love you,



‘Zahc’/Charles

" An 'A-B-C' Of Home Health Care: A List Of Things You NEED To Know..."


  “ An ‘A-B-C ‘ Of Home Health Care: A List Of Things You NEED To Know ( Which Might Just Save Your Life, Or The Life Of Someone You Love ), Incomplete As It May Be…Still  “



Part I of IV



04/24/12



To my ever-caring, dearest friends and gentle readers, I find I often think of you, in gratitude for your having befriended me, and ever kept me from feeling quite so alone; you have been as a gift from God to me, and I, for my part, ever wish you well and safe from harm, with days of lessened, or of, ‘no pain’, surrounded by those who love you, with an ease of mind and resting spirit, free from care, and for all the happiness your kind, and loving hearts can hold.



I have thought long about how I might—in some, demonstrable way—send you my most sincere regards for health and happiness, and, in following that natural course of my concern, attempt to ever be of some, slight, genuine help to you, or to those you love. Then, my dearest friends, should that intensely thought-about help prove real, then, and only then is my heart truly happy within me. 



In order to be honest with you, for I would not knowing abrogate you kind trust, I first must preface all by saying that I am NOT a professional, nor am I licensed as a practitioner; I am not a nurse, nor doctor, nor technician in any particular field, so I would suggest to you to that, while my advice is based on demonstrated instances of fact, I would nevertheless ask you to seek legitimate care, by a legitimate Provider, to better answer your concerns, for you are right to have them; and should have them, if for no other reason than to support my arguments, or to clarify your thoughts.





I will say—though—that prior to my disability, I worked long years in the healthcare field, and from simple listening, studying, and reading the appropriate literature, I think I have picked up a few tips that nevertheless might help save your life, or the life of a friend or loved one; but, as such, I must deny any culpability that might otherwise land me in deepest, darkest shit.



However, I WILL tell you that everything I may say, has been tried with some previous success; and then, some of it should be common knowledge, to better help you to become more ‘proactive’ with your own care, and familiarity with your body, and how it works ( and, sometimes doesn’t ! ), only then can you forge a more successful relationship with your particular Provider.  Please do not take offense, but to be unaware, is to be ignorant and vulnerable; and for all my dearest friends who already have been diagnosed with serious conditions, whether mentally, or physically, or both, your needs will be better served by remaining well-read, and well-informed.



First, please allow me to begin with a condemnation of the healthcare system in this Country in general; too often, the ‘third-party-payer’ system, namely health insurance has proven itself to be a gigantic failure.  From unchecked abuses from within, and yes, by Providers who charge billions of dollars illegally, health insurance now has become a luxury that too many of our citizens cannot afford.



Each year, Medicare is hemorrhaged by fraud, deceit, and wrongdoing… costs that are passed on to the recipients; when instead, the A.M.A. should police its own, and Medicare should stop blindly paying out these exorbitant sums, and should—instead—actively seek to revoke an abusers Medicare billing rights, and prosecute the wrongdoers, with heavy fines, and prison terms, while the A.M.A. should get off its ‘old-boy-system’s ass, and start revoking licenses, and where possible, having the offenders deported from our shores, to deny, forever, their return.



At present, it actually requires a physician to amass such death, and miss-prescription sometimes via the good, old ‘sample’ box; or to routinely hand out drugs like candy, or to add to a hospital’s in-house mortality rate among its patients for botched surgery, and inappropriate surgery, and a thousand, other, wild wrongness before the A.M.A. will even begin to question a physician’s record; mostly, these horrible excuses for Providers that we naturally trust as being well-educated, licensed, and proficient in their specialties.



While it may be argued, otherwise, these ‘dangerous’ doctors are—at best—fined, and perhaps suspended for a while, instead of being tossed out in the streets to be had at by ravening dogs. Too, too often, the offending practitioner simply moves to another state, to set up shop again; licenses to practice allowed to continue.



In fact, my dearest friends, the very LAST time I heard of a doctor’s license to practice revoked was some years, ago; a local—foreign—physician became widely known for easily writing scripts for all controlled drugs, such as Morphine, Demerol, Xanax, and so on. 



( Patient’s (?), would go to him, pay for a visit, and come away with prescriptions for all manner of drugs, pain, and sleep medication; in the space of—perhaps—fifteen minutes, clients would happily exit his office, with the often repeated term, “ I got ‘em !.” Never were any tests done, or urine samples gathered.  In the fullness of time, this blatant behavior captured the interest of the F.D.A. as well as the F.B.I., and other, local law enforcement agencies.



Finally, this physician began to advertise in local, weekly papers that for, $50.00, he would write any prescription that was wanted; I even believe around the border of his ad, were listed some examples that were most readily available. Which included practically all narcotics, and opiates, and benzodiazepines, and more; clients who were in genuine pain were seen, chock-a-block with addicts, and recreational users and abusers of these drugs.  It was so easy.  He was, by then, so openly greedy, that finally, the A.M.A. intervened, revoked his license to practice, and had him deported back to India.  Its stupid stunts like that that go on and on before they are stopped.  Meanwhile, the natural consequences of this are: before they can be stopped, by agencies that move with glacial slowness, the population of recreational users, and addicts climb exponentially, while the patients who are legitimate, and in agonies of pain, find that access to the very medications that they need—just to survive—become increasingly more difficult to get, if not impossible.  That Pain Management Clinics and physicians are placed under a microscope (as are the patients), and while any physician can—I believe—prescribe narcotics, few to none of them do, for fear of getting into trouble. And most gratefully leave that to Pain Management, with all its attendant faults, delays, and frank suspicions, that—to my mind—place the genuine patient in the same league as the casual abuser.  How often has this unnecessarily prolonged the treatment process?  And, of course, as usual, it is we who suffer in the interim.





‘A few, personal thoughts:’





After decades of direct observation, it has become my humble opinion that healthcare in this Country is no better—now—than it was before the Great Depression of 1929, or earlier, say, just after WWI., for different reasons.



 When my father was a young child, the practice of medicine was often, ‘wait and see’; to be short and/or frank, in those days—for the majority of Americans—it was a coin-toss: either one got sick, and lived, or one got sick and died.



Millions of our people (besides those around the world) died in that great Influenza epidemic just following WWI.  There were no antibiotics then, and nothing to reduce fevers, saving aspirin, which had been around since 1890.



Certainly, since then, enormous strides have been made in the diagnoses, treatment, and progress of disease.  X-rays, circa 1928; penicillin, discovered shortly before the outbreak of WWII, and so on.  All these new ‘miracle’ drugs and inoculations, and things such as specialized scans, etc., resulted in the practical end of pneumonia, syphilis, polio, and were the products of hard science, investigation, experimentation, the occasional flash of genius, such as the discovery of sonograms, CT scans, and M.R.I’s.  All helped alleviate illness, and prolong life.



During WWII, my father, having been severely injured in combat, was given the latest wonder then: penicillin.  But so new was it, that no one had yet discovered ways to ‘titrate’ ( or, balance) the dose, so that he, along with hundreds of thousand G.I.s, had their battle-field infections cleared, but who subsequently developed life-long allergies to all the ‘cillins’.



But I would ask you, my dear, dear friends, of how much benefit can these resources be if no one can afford them?  Those without health insurance are doomed to a life of needless suffering, and death, or pay exorbitant prices for health insurance that has limitations, requiring one to HAVE to choose a Provider ‘within network’, or one that has horrific co-pays that many cannot afford.



Those who must—perforce—labor at substandard jobs, or, ‘slave jobs’ as they’ve come to be known, should these employers provide even some health insurance, the employee will still see the premiums jump into the stratosphere for additional spouse, or dependent coverage; and frankly, friends, what dental insurance they tack on is hardly worth shit.



And, please allow me to provide you with a chilling caveat: I am now on Medicare, with NO secondary insurance.  Should anyone think that I am on the ‘gravy train, with biscuit wheels’, I would kindly ask you to reconsider.  Under Medicare guidelines, I cannot go to a dentist to have a single tooth x-rayed, treated, or pulled; but Medicare WILL pay, if I have ALL my teeth pulled, and will provide me with one, lifetime set of dentures.  So much for that errant cavity.  I imagine that many of us have dentition problems, infections, impacted wisdom teeth, and suchlike. Again…but who can afford to go?



 What we NEED, is a comprehensive, National Health scheme such as they have in Canada.  Will we ever have one like it, or even, remotely like it?  No, not as long as such egregious abuses remain.  Not as long as a single Tylenol given in the Emergency Room costs about $5.00.



But I fear, my very dearest friends, that I am swaying-off topic, which was to provide you with a few, basic things you NEED to know.  While I meant them to be rather neat, and alphabetical, I’m sure I’ll tend to veer, but I shall try to pause, and take a needed breath, and marshal what thoughts I do have which I hope may prove to be of some, small help to you. 





I shall not lie to you, nor conjure things out of mist and smoke, but, rather, leave my saber-rattling for another time’.  Please know the following things are—in the main—self-evident, if only you but pay heed to them.



It is a measure of how very much I love you.  Please know that.



Should you have further questions, please do not hesitate to speak of them to your Provider, your pharmacist.



Or, should your complains warrant, I would urge you to go IMEDIATELY to your nearest hospital ER, or call ‘911’ if you are unable to get there under your own power.





Before I do get started, should you already be on medications, become familiar with what they’re supposed to do, their potential side-effects, and what to look for, and please always take them as prescribed. Never take another’s medications, nor share yours with another.  Always, keep them out of children’s reach, and away from those who might be nosey.



Make a list of everything you are taking, whether prescribed, over the counter, supplements, vitamins, even.  Make several copies of one, concise list; keep one list with your medications, perhaps, one copy folded-up in your wallet or purse, and even one in the ‘glove-box’ in your car.  Make doubly sure each physician or Provider you see has a current copy.  Update the list, whenever changes are made.  List when you take them and for what purpose, and by what prescriber.  Please list all allergies you have to everything, especially medication.  And while the list does not necessarily have to be alphabetized, it nevertheless is a great help (especially by anyone, say paramedics) who have little time to glance at them, to group like medicines together; thus, all psychotropics are listed together.  Then a space.  Then, all medical meds.  Then pain medications, whether opiates, or benzodiazepines.  Then, over-the-counter medications.  Then, those medications that are taken on an ‘as needed’, or ‘PRN’ basis.  Then any supplements that you may take, and so on.





Also, mention whether you smoke cigarettes or not, and about how many a day.  Be honest, especially if you may smoke a lot, or already have C.O.P.D.  (Chronic, Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, as so many of the narcotics and opiates are respiratory depressants,  that might make breathing difficult).  And then, surgeries you may have had, and when.



Granted, the formulation of your medications list may take some time, but will be worth its weight in purest gold, especially during the so-called, ‘Golden Hour’, that time while, if in trauma, and immediate treatment, your chances of survival are good. Or, during which more rapid intervention might keep you from dying from a stroke or heart attack.





Well, my dear friends, it would appear that the ‘A-B-C’ list, shall have to wait until Part II.





Forgive me, please, for I am exceedingly tired tonight, and—as is my want—am hurting in a hundred places; this makes what I’ve so far said a tease of sorts, but, I would rather be in sharper condition, as to not misspeak myself.



And so, my ever wonderfully kind and caring friends, and loyal readers, as always, I wish for you ‘no pain’.  I wish you health, and greater self-empowerment.  As well as quiet, contemplative days, and evenings, full-surrounded by family and true friends who love you and care for you.



I wish you blissful, quiet nights, free from worry or distress, and a gentle calming into glorious, pain-free sleep, free from nightmare’s awful sway, and protected—and kept safe—by the ministerings  of gentle angels.



End of Part I of IV; Part II to follow.



My dearest friends, and patient readers, please know I love you dearly,



‘Zahc’/ Charles

" Within This Hollow House, How Loud Resound..."


“ Within This Hollow House, How Loud Resound The Faintest Echoes Of Children Laughing, Running; To The Errant Dreams Of Long-ago Love I Might Have Known, But For All This “





04/22/12



To my dearest, constant friends, and ever-loyal readers, without whom my soul-stuff might just fade away, it is YOU who give me greatest joy from your caring, steadfast regard, and your support.



How many times—now—have I placed upon the alter of my trueness, some little entries whose subjects—nonetheless—bestir my being, or disturb a troubled mind, so that—in giving all these thoughts to you, you might—in your immaculate kindness help me find my Voice, and thus, my way?  Or would, I pray, prove to be of some little help to you.  How you save me from a brittle Present, and, with your caring comments help bestill a worried conscience to soothe the complexities of my grief, yet, never do you berate me, whenever these musings often arise from agony that seems without end, or purpose.  Or when I am dazzled by migraines and depressions so severe, and an agoraphobia that too often traps me within the confines of my home, as nowhere else seems safe.



And all those wretched nights of wakefulness, and tortured nightmare, which gives me sweaty chills, and a skewed view of what is real; and when days pass days to further days of an exhausted likeness.  What is the point to all of this? Why is the reason?  For I wish—ever—to know the reason for it, as if that knowledge would, somehow find Justness there, and hence, a calm.



And while I do enjoy the quiet of a peaceful house, with Daisy sleeping near, sometimes that quiet is itself a sound unbearable, that I think would try to accuse me of all my wrongnesses, and choices made in error.



Outside, beyond my reckoning, or my fantasized arrangements, the world moves in an utter indifference to my pleas, and I am left to wonder all the binary consequences had I but decided more wisely.



Although I moved ‘here’ earlier, as mischance and lack of options made it a necessity, for sixteen years, I remained to care for my elderly, ill mother and father; somehow, it neatly spanned my own decline into disability, but I hope I did what I could for them, for they were my world….two, frail electrons that circled me as in an atom of oxygen, and please make NO mistake, I would do it a hundred times again, not out of filial duty so much, but out of love.  Until I could no longer work, I worked full time nights to care for them during the days, while I tried to ever salvage some sleep sufficient to keep a momentum going.



On many a morning—after work—I arrived home too tired to even get out of the car; I first would swing my legs out so my feet touched the ground.  And after five minutes or so, only then could I take a deep breath, and pull myself from the car, to stumble to the door, and in the house.  And I was much thinner, and younger—of course—by decades.



The days, as if foreshortened, passed into quickened years, that sped on and on with a clockwork regularity.  There was no time for ‘dating’, and once, I—with some suddenness—realized that seven months had passed before I took a night off to go out!



And so I watched in a kind of morbid indifference, as my ‘thirties’ passed into oblivion…then my ‘forties’.  There was always so much that had to be done, and in those fleeting days, what brashness I had was always overshadowed by my shyness and reserve, whenever trying to ‘meet’ new people.



I never cared for ‘Sports Bars’, or the like, or to oblige its occupants (who even then, were younger than I), their half-inebriated shouting, screaming revelries, as they seemed to spend equal time before the giant-screen TeeVee—checking out a game--while checking-out each other.  These were the new ‘Captains and ‘Captainesses’ of Industry’?  Most likely, rather, they were flashy, overdressed slaves to lower management jobs…cashiers or assistant managers, or the like, or wilder, anything that required a vest or uniform.



But their professed excitement mixed with the smell of beer, was just too raucous, and made my ears hurt from the inescapable loudness and jostling; I stayed to have my beer, sitting quietly, while I got the cuffs of my shirt wet from the moisture and spilled drinks on the bar.  I never could find anyone for quiet conversation; that seemed—somehow—as inappropriate as spitting in church.



I saw excitement, yes, but a thing I could only think of was a kind of ‘herd’ behavior, by those who were young, and strong, and bright-eyed from the smoke and alcohol; here they were, on a weekend out, throwing damp and wrinkled twenty-dollar bills upon the bar, looking for fun and diversion (which I could not blame them for), but also in something like a  glittered mating game, as there would be the inevitable telephone number exchanged, and as these places were all alike, there would—in time—be singles who would arrive, but, who left—as pairs—to stagger-out near closing time.



And when I left that night, as soon as I quit the door I paused, to fill my lungs with a crisp night air, and with sounds of cheering, laughter, and noise, I drove home, no more the wiser, but no less alone.



And so it was. In older movies, should anyone still watch them, the passing of time, would often be represented by changing calendar pages, blown away by a wind.  Unlikely, but, it was easy and efficient.  My life was just like that.



The time during which I might have met someone to love, to cherish, to respect, and to delight in passed me by, as did the notion of my ever being able to hold ‘our’ babies in arms that ached to hold them close; to ever love and protect them, guide and direct them.  To have a family of my own.  Just think, those children—now--might be starting college!  Or…I might have grandchildren now on whom to dote!



Now…it would not be fair to have a loving wife have to become a nursemaid to her husband, or their children stuck with a father, who—loving them, nonetheless—could not get on the ground to play with them.  And, who in High School wants a parent who’s an invalid?  And the inevitability of my becoming a burden is a consideration now uppermost in my mind.



When I first started this entry, I was overtly depressed and feeling hopeless.  In a way, now, the subject causes me to shake my head in disbelief!  For why does it seem to be such a firmly-entrenched part of being human to want what he has not; to envy others, and to bemoan what destiny had in store for us?



We make the best choices that we can, we hope, and from them weave our futures, and our content.  Granted, my model for happiness was based solely on my being an only child, and having been most fortunate to have had a mother and father who loved me dearly. While our lives were not perfect (whose is, really?), that manifested love was enough to carry us through all the years, good times, and bad.



And while loneliness often makes me sad, it is being Alone that scares me, for there IS a difference.  What will—for good example—happen to me, or, is made to happen to me when I need further care, more than I need now?  Will the County be as kind?  Or will my new ‘family’ subsequently be numbered among the occupants of some sleazy nursing home?



For those thoughts scare the shit out of me.  And, no one likes to die, alone, even though—I guess—we all do anyway.



My very treasured friends, I know you have your illnesses, and are forced, too often, to have to cling to pain, as it will not let you free, I nonetheless most sincerely wish for you days, and days of much lessened, or of ‘no pain’, despairing, or abuse. 



I wish for you a happy home, with laughter to replace discord or anger.  I so wish you be surrounded by both friends and family who truly love and care for you. I ever wish you plenty with enough to share.  I wish you comfort in the ease of pain, and quiet in the reconciliation of turmoil.  I would wish you know from my heart that there is never enough love…or, prayer to go around.  And that, too often, the adult-intrusions of daily life seem to vacuum any joy away to make of daily life a listless drag, instead.



I wish for you a lasting sense of peace, the satisfaction of accomplishment, and that your days are filled with happiness; I wish you physical and mental respite.  And wish for you a rekindling of hope, and wish you ever safe and well.  I wish you love to dry-away your tears.  And afternoons and evenings of delight, and yes…the ability to enjoy life, and to have fun (please never forget how salutary simple fun can be!).  Please know how very grateful I am to you for befriending me, and—despite your situations—keeping me safe and close to you, from your inherent goodness, inner strength, and kindness of heart.



And, last of all, at end of each day, I so wish for you a ‘natural’ but good fatigue that leads to sleepy dreaminess.  I wish for you untroubled nights, beautiful dreams, and blissful and untrammeled sleep, so that, in anticipation, you may always awake fully refreshed; and watched-over, and protected by gentle angels.



And, please know, I love you,



‘Zahc'/Charles