Last week, on Thursday evening, I ended up taking my mom to the ER. She had been very sick since the night before, and was quite dehydrated. When my (nurse) sister mentioned that severe dehydration could cause heart problems, I knew that it was not optional for my mom. If I had to carry her out of her house, I would get her to the hospital. By 7:30 pm, she felt badly enough to agree to go willingly. I went to her house (my step father was out of town, or he would have taken her), and she collected her insurance card and ID, put on her coat, and we were heading to the hospital. The hospital is about 8-10 minutes from her house, and on the way there, I was talking on the phone to my sister. This is when my mom started telling me that "If Stephanie comes to the hospital, please tell her to bring a comb or a brush." I think that she may have been offended, that I thought she was kidding, when I started laughing at her request. It became more entertaining when I told Steph about it, and she said "... as long as she has her earrings, she'll be fine." I mentioned that Steph had joked about the earrings. (Mind you, at this time, she had been able to keep nothing down all day; she had a pounding headache, and was on the verge of vomiting again); "turn around!" she squealed. Uh, no! I assured her that she would be just fine in the ER without her brush or her earrings. She didn't seem to buy it...
Long story short, my mom was in the ER for a few hours, a couple of anti-nausea meds, and a lot of bloodwork. Oh, and... Phenergen (which makes most people very sleepy), has the opposite effect on my mother. I am talking about high alert status. She asked several times if "we" could just turn off the IV and go home; she (accidentally) called the nurse a liar; she apologized numerous times, and she managed to turn her visit to the ER into an opportunity to worry about ME, being away from my family.
Oh, how I do love my mom. <3
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