Today's Mom Update is Good News...
Jul. 30th, 2004 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisLast night I talked to Polly again who was really down. She said that they were having real trouble getting IV lines into Mom and Mom was so exhausted and the hospital was giving Polly fits. They put Mom in a room with someone else and the phones were fucked up and, apparently, Polly was drawing her own blood from the hospital operator over the whole thing.
I called Mom's room and some very tiny weak voice who was not Mom answered and when I asked for Mom it sounded like the phone was thrown down and then picked up and thrown again and then rattled around a bucket and then hung up. So I gave up.
I spent the evening as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_lunch so aptly put it... on pins and needles. I'm the kind of person who looks at a situation and goes right to What's the Worse that can Happen? Then I figure out how to deal with that and I'm good to go with the rest.
So, last night I had her dead and was working my way through dealing with the fallout and with not having her. It was not a fun evening. The ballgame was on and the Mariners were in the lead. I should have known that was a bad omen. They of course let California tie it up in the bottom of the 9th but I digress...
This morning I called Mom's room from the bus stop and it just rang a gazillion times. When I got off the bus here at work, I tried again and she answered on the first ring! Bright and chipper - she sounded very strong and clear and not at all dead.
Her story is that her doctor put her in the hospital because his first grandchild is being born this weekend in Charlotte and he wanted to be there and not worrying about Mom in Charleston. But, I really think she was glad to be in the hospital where she's taken care of. We chatted about this and that. She wanted to know the baseball score (which, fortunately, I had studied up on with the newspaper during the bus trip so I was able to report that they broke their 15 game ontheroad losing streak in the 13th inning)...
She also told me about the double room and said that last night she had every intention of raising hell to get a private room this morning but now she's thinking a double room means double nurses and staff and people to check on you so maybe it's not so bad.
Needless to say, I feel way much better this morning. The comments you left on yesterday's post were so nice to read. I never know what to say to other people and now I know that it doesn't really matter what is said - the acknowledgment that you are out there and with me is amazingly comforting and thank you very much.
I called Mom's room and some very tiny weak voice who was not Mom answered and when I asked for Mom it sounded like the phone was thrown down and then picked up and thrown again and then rattled around a bucket and then hung up. So I gave up.
I spent the evening as
mr_lunch so aptly put it... on pins and needles. I'm the kind of person who looks at a situation and goes right to What's the Worse that can Happen? Then I figure out how to deal with that and I'm good to go with the rest.So, last night I had her dead and was working my way through dealing with the fallout and with not having her. It was not a fun evening. The ballgame was on and the Mariners were in the lead. I should have known that was a bad omen. They of course let California tie it up in the bottom of the 9th but I digress...
This morning I called Mom's room from the bus stop and it just rang a gazillion times. When I got off the bus here at work, I tried again and she answered on the first ring! Bright and chipper - she sounded very strong and clear and not at all dead.
Her story is that her doctor put her in the hospital because his first grandchild is being born this weekend in Charlotte and he wanted to be there and not worrying about Mom in Charleston. But, I really think she was glad to be in the hospital where she's taken care of. We chatted about this and that. She wanted to know the baseball score (which, fortunately, I had studied up on with the newspaper during the bus trip so I was able to report that they broke their 15 game ontheroad losing streak in the 13th inning)...
She also told me about the double room and said that last night she had every intention of raising hell to get a private room this morning but now she's thinking a double room means double nurses and staff and people to check on you so maybe it's not so bad.
Needless to say, I feel way much better this morning. The comments you left on yesterday's post were so nice to read. I never know what to say to other people and now I know that it doesn't really matter what is said - the acknowledgment that you are out there and with me is amazingly comforting and thank you very much.
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<FONT face=Verdana size=2>Last night I talked to Polly again who was really down. She said that they were having real trouble getting IV lines into Mom and Mom was so exhausted and the hospital was giving Polly fits. They put Mom in a room with someone else and the phones were fucked up and, apparently, Polly was drawing her own blood from the hospital operator over the whole thing.
I called Mom's room and some very tiny weak voice who was not Mom answered and when I asked for Mom it sounded like the phone was thrown down and then picked up and thrown again and then rattled around a bucket and then hung up. So I gave up.
I spent the evening as <user site="livejournal.com" user="mr_lunch"> so aptly put it... on pins and needles. I'm the kind of person who looks at a situation and goes right to What's the Worse that can Happen? Then I figure out how to deal with that and I'm good to go with the rest.
So, last night I had her dead and was working my way through dealing with the fallout and with not having her. It was not a fun evening. The ballgame was on and the Mariners were in the lead. I should have known that was a bad omen. They of course let California tie it up in the bottom of the 9th but I digress...
This morning I called Mom's room from the bus stop and it just rang a gazillion times. When I got off the bus here at work, I tried again and she answered on the first ring! Bright and chipper - she sounded very strong and clear and not at all dead.
Her story is that her doctor put her in the hospital because his first grandchild is being born this weekend in Charlotte and he wanted to be there and not worrying about Mom in Charleston. But, I really think she was glad to be in the hospital where she's taken care of. We chatted about this and that. She wanted to know the baseball score (which, fortunately, I had studied up on with the newspaper during the bus trip so I was able to report that they broke their 15 game ontheroad losing streak in the 13th inning)...
She also told me about the double room and said that last night she had every intention of raising hell to get a private room this morning but now she's thinking a double room means double nurses and staff and people to check on you so maybe it's not so bad.
Needless to say, I feel way much better this morning. The comments you left on yesterday's post were so nice to read. I never know what to say to other people and now I know that it doesn't really matter what is said - the acknowledgment that you are out there and with me is amazingly comforting and thank you very much.
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I called Mom's room and some very tiny weak voice who was not Mom answered and when I asked for Mom it sounded like the phone was thrown down and then picked up and thrown again and then rattled around a bucket and then hung up. So I gave up.
I spent the evening as <user site="livejournal.com" user="mr_lunch"> so aptly put it... on pins and needles. I'm the kind of person who looks at a situation and goes right to What's the Worse that can Happen? Then I figure out how to deal with that and I'm good to go with the rest.
So, last night I had her dead and was working my way through dealing with the fallout and with not having her. It was not a fun evening. The ballgame was on and the Mariners were in the lead. I should have known that was a bad omen. They of course let California tie it up in the bottom of the 9th but I digress...
This morning I called Mom's room from the bus stop and it just rang a gazillion times. When I got off the bus here at work, I tried again and she answered on the first ring! Bright and chipper - she sounded very strong and clear and not at all dead.
Her story is that her doctor put her in the hospital because his first grandchild is being born this weekend in Charlotte and he wanted to be there and not worrying about Mom in Charleston. But, I really think she was glad to be in the hospital where she's taken care of. We chatted about this and that. She wanted to know the baseball score (which, fortunately, I had studied up on with the newspaper during the bus trip so I was able to report that they broke their 15 game ontheroad losing streak in the 13th inning)...
She also told me about the double room and said that last night she had every intention of raising hell to get a private room this morning but now she's thinking a double room means double nurses and staff and people to check on you so maybe it's not so bad.
Needless to say, I feel way much better this morning. The comments you left on yesterday's post were so nice to read. I never know what to say to other people and now I know that it doesn't really matter what is said - the acknowledgment that you are out there and with me is amazingly comforting and thank you very much.
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