There and Back Again

Thankfully it was only a couple of days.

My mother wasn’t feeling well on Sunday, but after my asking if I needed to take her to the hospital, told me that she was going to call her doctor on Monday. The triage nurse who returned her call Monday told her that she really needed to go to the emergency room. I got her there and as soon as they got her information took her back for lab work. I had to take a seat and wait. After forty-five minutes I finally was able to catch someone passing and asked if they could find out what was going on. Within minutes she called to me and asked her name. They already had her in a room. I moved over to the line for visitors and within minutes was taken to her room in the emergency department.

It did not take them long to inform us that she was being admitted. Similar to before but yet different. The nurse that she had in the emergency room was amazing. I know he told us his name several times, but it is so unique that I simply cannot remember. This individual was amazing, caring, compassionate, funny when he needed to be. He is new to this hospital, so when he went to move mom up to her room, he took a wrong turn or two in that maze of hallways but still kept mom from getting upset about having to stay.

Once in her room, no one made a sound as I made myself comfortable on the recliner beside the bed. It was a little after six in the afternoon. They brought mom and meal and I called my son to let him know and gave him the information to share with his grandfather. He asked if I wanted something to eat and later brought me sandwiches- from a gas station. I can take them once in a while, but not often.

This stay was the same as before. Lots of tests and people showing up to give them or take her to them at any given moment. Sound asleep? Sorry, we need to do a back x ray. Eating? We need to take your vitals. Granted if it really was a bad time, they would leave and come back. One by one probabilities were marked off as cleared.

Today she was doing well enough and enough possibilities had been cleared that she was able to go home. After they made sure that she had a good support system around her. Mom kept calling me her guardian angel. I told them I was her guardian angel, secretary, uber driver, and what ever else came up.

So she is home resting and I’m looking at what all I have to catch up on. I had over two thousand notification in my email. I went through picking out the important informational bills and medical and deleted the rest. I do apologize for missing so many posts that have been shared.There was no way I would be able to get through all of that. My son left a stack of dishes in the sink that we will need to discuss. The dogs were overjoyed to see me and I’m finally getting coffee. But I’m not complaining. I witnessed God at work these past few days and I am grateful.

out the window this morning
See the tower in the background that the vent is pointing at. We live somewhere on the other side of that.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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10 Responses to There and Back Again

  1. John says:

    Rebecca, I am so glad that your mother is okay! You are her guardian angel, my friend. 🙏🏻❤️

  2. pkadams says:

    I’m glad she’s okay 💕

  3. WebbBlogs says:

    Happy to hear your mom is home and feeling better.

  4. leendadll says:

    Sending you positive juju for ANSWERS and positive outcomes. And some rest!!

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