Hospital waiting
I never liked hospitals. I liked them less when my dad died in one about 30 years ago. I remember he was in intensive care and during that time kids couldn't go in the room so my sister and I would have to sit in the hallway outside of the room and wait for my mom to come out. One night while we were waiting a few patients asked us how we were doing. Sometimes the night nurse would sneak us in his room for a few minutes. But, most of the time we sat posted in the hallway. Just waiting.
I found myself waiting again in another hospital. This time it was for my mom. She hates hospitals too and that's why when her mom was dying she advocated for her to come home so she could die in her own house and family could say good bye. My grandmother died almost 9 years ago and if you even mention the word hospital to my mom she looks horrified.
That's how I knew she needed to go herself earlier this week. She hadn't been herself. Everything was off about her. She couldn't even remember what I said 3 seconds after I told her something and this woman can remember what happened to her 60 years ago. She was having trouble dressing herself and eating was not something she wanted to do. I called 911. I thought she was having a stroke. I flagged the paramedics up the stairs, this place is hard to find due to the fact the porch light is broken and when the landlord hired his unprofessional painter apparently he thought it was a good idea to paint the numbers for the address the same color as the house do its very hard to see the address unless you been here before. So, I told her they were coming and she just sat on the bed and said nothing. I knew I had made the right call. Usually she would have cussed me out for even thinking about calling anyone associated with a hospital.
Her blood pressure was very high and she needed to get to a hospital fast. Afterwards they discovered also her gall bladder was bad and needed to be removed. All that was planned as soon as they got her blood pressure under control. Then something unimaginable happened. She tried to get out of her hospital bed and fell and broke her hip. My family was madder then a wild bull.
So, we waited for her hip operation last night. I don't know how much more she can take or we can take. My son misses her terribly as we all do not being here.
This is the last place she wants to be and the last place we we want her to be.
And now we wait so more......
I found myself waiting again in another hospital. This time it was for my mom. She hates hospitals too and that's why when her mom was dying she advocated for her to come home so she could die in her own house and family could say good bye. My grandmother died almost 9 years ago and if you even mention the word hospital to my mom she looks horrified.
That's how I knew she needed to go herself earlier this week. She hadn't been herself. Everything was off about her. She couldn't even remember what I said 3 seconds after I told her something and this woman can remember what happened to her 60 years ago. She was having trouble dressing herself and eating was not something she wanted to do. I called 911. I thought she was having a stroke. I flagged the paramedics up the stairs, this place is hard to find due to the fact the porch light is broken and when the landlord hired his unprofessional painter apparently he thought it was a good idea to paint the numbers for the address the same color as the house do its very hard to see the address unless you been here before. So, I told her they were coming and she just sat on the bed and said nothing. I knew I had made the right call. Usually she would have cussed me out for even thinking about calling anyone associated with a hospital.
Her blood pressure was very high and she needed to get to a hospital fast. Afterwards they discovered also her gall bladder was bad and needed to be removed. All that was planned as soon as they got her blood pressure under control. Then something unimaginable happened. She tried to get out of her hospital bed and fell and broke her hip. My family was madder then a wild bull.
So, we waited for her hip operation last night. I don't know how much more she can take or we can take. My son misses her terribly as we all do not being here.
This is the last place she wants to be and the last place we we want her to be.
And now we wait so more......
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