I visit my parents several times a week. Sometimes I just don't want to go. There are so many things I want to do instead: blog, scrapbook, read, shop, rake leaves - yes, I really do enjoy raking leaves. Sometimes I just don't want to go. There's all the routine things I need to do: laundry, grocery shopping, housework, yard work. Sometimes I just don't want to go.
Last Monday night, I mentioned to Dad that I would see them Tuesday morning at the doctor's office as they both had appointments. He said, "Oh, you don't have to come down here for that." I must admit that my eyes lit up as my mind started racing, thinking of all the things I could do instead.
But then,something Someone told me I should go. I'm glad I listened.
After Mom's visit with the doctor, we walked down the hall to the lab for blood work. I waited around the corner. After a few moments, I heard the tech calling Mom's name repeatedly, telling her to wake up. Then they called for her doctor to come quickly. After several minutes - very long minutes - Mom came to and the doctor sent her to the hospital.
Dad was able to drive her, and the hospital was less than 3 minutes away - literally, just across the parking lot. I learned that direct admit means get Mom upstairs quickly, bypassing the emergency room. I waited downstairs to do the paperwork. When the lady asked for my address - as a contact person - my mind went blank. I almost had to look at my driver's license. (Stress does strange things to us, doesn't it?)
After many tests, it was determined that Mom had a seizure.
Here she is - just chillin' - before one of the tests. I was amazed at this machine. The last time Mom was in the hospital, she had to be taken somewhere for tests. This time the tests came to her! This is technology at its best.
Since Mom had a massive stroke 9 years ago, she has aphasia (unable to communicate). I always stay with her when she has to be hospitalized. I call it our pajama party.
Good news: Mom was able to go home the next afternoon. I came home, too, and have been trying to catch up since. (It rained on my leaves. Sad face. At least it wasn't slow. Happy face.)
When you hear God's voice, please listen.
Last Monday night, I mentioned to Dad that I would see them Tuesday morning at the doctor's office as they both had appointments. He said, "Oh, you don't have to come down here for that." I must admit that my eyes lit up as my mind started racing, thinking of all the things I could do instead.
But then,
After Mom's visit with the doctor, we walked down the hall to the lab for blood work. I waited around the corner. After a few moments, I heard the tech calling Mom's name repeatedly, telling her to wake up. Then they called for her doctor to come quickly. After several minutes - very long minutes - Mom came to and the doctor sent her to the hospital.
Dad was able to drive her, and the hospital was less than 3 minutes away - literally, just across the parking lot. I learned that direct admit means get Mom upstairs quickly, bypassing the emergency room. I waited downstairs to do the paperwork. When the lady asked for my address - as a contact person - my mind went blank. I almost had to look at my driver's license. (Stress does strange things to us, doesn't it?)
After many tests, it was determined that Mom had a seizure.
Here she is - just chillin' - before one of the tests. I was amazed at this machine. The last time Mom was in the hospital, she had to be taken somewhere for tests. This time the tests came to her! This is technology at its best.
Since Mom had a massive stroke 9 years ago, she has aphasia (unable to communicate). I always stay with her when she has to be hospitalized. I call it our pajama party.
Good news: Mom was able to go home the next afternoon. I came home, too, and have been trying to catch up since. (It rained on my leaves. Sad face. At least it wasn't slow. Happy face.)
When you hear God's voice, please listen.
