Compression Sleeves: looks like some 1980s sci-fi torture device |
They aren't very comfortable, and Mom loathes the whole process (though she hasn't complained). I can't say I blame her. The first time she wore them, I felt so badly for her that I kept checking in constantly, asking if she needed me to get her anything. After a while, I think she got tired of me trying to play nurse! (I'm not a very good nurse! There's a reason I stayed away from the health care field).
At first, she was ordered to wear them for 1.5 hours twice daily for a total of 3 hours per day. Mom followed the doctor's orders, but all hell broke less after only the 2nd day. After each treatment, another ulcer popped up! She had dozens of tiny ulcers on her legs, filled with fluid and painful. Her legs were bandaged and taped from knee to ankle! I thought perhaps that is how this works; the compression pushes all of the fluid out, and after a while, she'll stop getting the ulcers and will be able to maintain ulcer-free legs as long as she uses the sleeves. Now, remember how I said I didn't go into health care for a reason? Well, because I didn't, there's also a reason not to listen to my ideas about how to treat health problems.
Mom on My Wedding Day |
Mom has been using the sleeves for only a few days again, and there seem to be no new ulcers, at least none that she's shown me. For now, we're all keep our fingers crossed and hoping for the best. I know it's terrible for her to have to go through this, but if it can offer the hope of a healthier Mom, it's worth it. She hasn't complained about using the sleeves now; in fact, she's been a real trooper! I think Mom has some hope now, too.
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