Yesterday afternoon, after spending the day not being well enough to go through her regular routine, Mom phoned the doctor. She was suffering from some scary symptoms and in a lot of pain, and the doctor had her call an ambulance to take her to the Emergency Room. Suzanne was there when the paramedics took her away, and she followed them to the hospital, where I met them.
It seemed to take forever, but we were there only about five hours. They gave Mom every test in the book, and ruled out most of the more frightening possibilities. The nurse was kind enough to tell us that this was a “good night,” because Mom had pneumonia and not something more threatening. They gave her medication, including something for the pain, and sent her home. By that time, the medication was working and the pain was mostly gone. I stayed with her until she went to bed.
While we were at the hospital, Suzanne and I took terms being with Mom, because they would only let one visitor at a time into the ER rooms. They enforced that rule, too, because I tried to sneak past the vigilant nurses, and they were having none of it. Sadly, I’d left my Kindle at home because it was on the charger when I lit out of there, so all I had were the sticky magazines in the lobby. But the people watching wasn’t bad.
After Mom was released, I had to go to the hospital pharmacy and pick up the new medications that she will add, temporarily, to the ones she was already taking. They seem to think that if she takes it easy for a couple of days, she’ll be over the pneumonia in a week or so. I just want to see her in less pain and feeling more comfortable, which can’t happen soon enough, frankly. We are worried, but optimistic.