Ok, been busy.
Banks, insurance, files, closets, walls, junk, etc.
Work too
Making plans to return to
"Plan A"
(also known as returning Home)
(also known as returning Home)
and then . . .
#$%& rabbit holes!
#$%& rabbit holes!
She's a bit annoyed . . . not to worry . . .bladder infection
Scared my brother
Ambulance ride
ER for 5 hours
and Plan A seemed to be fading from sight
observations
1. Amazing how many employees appear in a "warehouse store" when someone collapses.
2. Just because someone has difficulty speaking does not make them a three year old.
3. If you are having trouble putting in an IV, it does not make sense to keep trying while the ambulance is NOW moving.
in regards to #2
Asked where she was, by a nurse, Mom replied in a garbled sentence that had the name of the Hospital clearly at the end.
Asked again, she repeated in the same manner.
The other Nurse heard and understood.
The first Nurse however . . .
In a sing-song voice and in Mom's face . . .
"are you at the supermarket? Yes or No?"
The glare Mom gave would have burned a hole in steel.
(especially silly, since Mom's words are sometimes the opposite of what she means!)
Mom will probably forgive Brother for calling 911. Right now, Jack is the favorite son. Poor Brother, replaced by MY dog.
2 comments:
And apparently, it just keeps raining in your neck of the woods. I hope that eventually, you can return to Plan A.
Wow. Just wow. It doesn't end, does it?
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