Another Call
I was at work and I got another call from my aunt. Apparently my mother was taken into the hospital again this morning and she was there in ICU with an oxygen mask on because she couldn’t breathe.
I have no idea what a heart problem is doing to cause lack of breathing, but there it is. My aunt told me she’d call back later if there were any new developments, so I didn’t really expect to hear anything more and said I’d visit my mother tonight.
Well didn’t my aunt call back again. And as soon as I heard her voice, I thought, “OMG, a new development… brace yourself”. Turns out she called to tell me what room my mother had been moved to.
WTF kinda thing is that to do to someone? My heart was in my throat. I was all prepared for the news, and she calls to tell me a room number, like I couldn’t find that out at the hospital. Doesn’t anyone think about what that phone call could mean to the person on the receiving end? Luckily I didn’t have a stinking heart attack.
Anyway, my son and I went to see my mother and she was in pretty rough shape and pretty out of it. She was kinda fading in and out of sleep, so we didn’t stay long.
But there’s something that tells her, no matter what shape she’s in, that she’s gotta remove those IV tubes, or the oxygen mask, or whatever they’ve got sticking into her. She was doing it again tonight – half asleep.
This hospital (York-Finch) was not quite as adamant about patient care as Sunnybrook was. At Sunnybrook they had a sitter with her; someone who’d watch and make sure she wasn’t pulling things out, or trying to get out of bed, or whatever other unsafe move people do in this state.
And, I just remembered… the floor smelled like poo. Not the ‘floor’ literally, but the entire floor as we got off the elevator smelled like a thousand dumps. As we got into my mother’s room, it was even worse.
Turns out the woman in the bed beside her was having a little trouble controlling herself. At least the nurses came and took care of that. And because there was not space at the hospital, my mother was stuck in a ward, regardless of her health care coverage. I think a ward might be more appealing if you’re not stuck beside some woman taking a dump in her own bed. *whew*
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
That really sounds nasty.
Be strong.
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