Recovery

3.15.13 Update

She is out of the procedure (apparently it wasn’t surgery though that was the impression my mom and everyone was giving me).The nurse gave me an update since I was getting some breakfast/lunch. I’m just waiting for the official thing for when the doctor finds me. Oh yay…waiting! So anyways, she had her heart looked at and they found nothing wrong. Huh? At least by what the nurse said, my mom didn’t need a stint or balloon. My mom said earlier it might have been her potassium being low. At least they were giving her some when I came in this morning and she was looking a lot better. Of course she told me that if she hadn’t gotten the oxygen I most likely would have come home to a body.

This is what happened when I found my way back in this maze of a hospital (as our friend Debbie said she would hate to work here because she would forever get lost with patients). I followed the nurse into recovery. My mom opened her eyes at the nurse. I called her name. She looked at me. I stuck my tongue out at her. She smiled and went back to sleep. She is just recovering now and then she will be moved to the room on the seventh floor in this hospital (I might have to get a guide). She shouldn’t be here for more than today. I’ll just grab those fake flowers that she seems to love, when I pick her up tomorrow.

 I knew when my work gave those flowers away (because really they are tacky and shouldn’t be in a hotel) that she would love a few. Since I would have to look at them I only grabbed her three that were semi-bearable. This just happened Sunday. Somehow this week I knew it was going to be crappy. I mean Tuesday I was already feeling depressed and thinking that Thursday I should take my co-worker on her offer and have her work for me. I figured I was being wimpy.  I find out Thursday morning my dog broke his leg and then my mom needs to be hospitalized. My co-worker ended up working for me. Should have gone with my gut and took the dang day off. At least she wouldn’t have had to rush into work.

I have also come to the conclusion that next St. Patty’s day I’m making no plans. This is the third year that my mother has been sick to the point of death, twice she was actually hospitalized. Next year, I’m not going to celebrate since I take it that is her wish… :)