Friday, June 20, 2008

Please bear with me while I freak out a little bit

My dad calls me at 7:30 this morning to tell me that my mom was hospitalized last night.

Elevated heart rate.

Apparently her heart rate was way up on Saturday night. They almost went to the hospital then, but decided against it. When it came back at 8:30 last night, she decided that she needed to go in.

They went to the ER at the hospital by the house. Not the hospital closest – my mom won’t step inside the hospital that is so fondly referred to as Death Valley – but the suburban extension of one of the big downtown hospitals that is just a few more miles away.

The doctors decided that they needed to admit her. She didn’t want to be admitted there. If she were to be admitted, Mom would prefer it be at the hospital that she takes her students for clinical.

(And the hospital where cousin/roommate Anna is an RN.)

Which didn’t have any open female beds. So that wasn’t an option.

And then my mom called her good friend Tracy, who is also a nursing professor. Tracy came up with her daughter, Kate. Kate is also one of Meg’s friends – and also a nurse. Collectively, they decided that my mom should stay overnight.

Dad picked her up at 4 am. She’s at home. Meg is staying at her.

I am concerned. Worried. Playing every worse-case senario my (very creative) mind can engineer. And pissed that, even though this all started when I was awake, I didn’t find out for 12 hours.

I’m 25. Do I really need to be protected?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry to hear this. Do they know what is wrong? I hope she feels better soon and I'm sending positive thoughts your way!

Stace said...

Maybe not protecting you per say but more or less it wasn't THAT big of a deal so they saw no reason to get you out of bed and to the hospital if she was going to go home after a few tests. Hope all is well, keep us posted.

 
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