|Back at the Hospital|
April 15, 2013
I am once sitting at the hospital, waiting word on Ma Asher. She came home from dialysis, having difficulty breathing. Her shortness of breath continued even after a breathing treatment so I called the ambulance. They gave her another breathing treatment en route to Thomas Memorial in Charleston.
I was about an hour behind her leaving the house. I had to put away the dinner ingredients that I was using to make meatloaf, alert the old man as to what was going on (he had been upstairs through the entire episode & was not aware what was going on. Can we say oblivious?) then cleaned myself and threw a few things in a bag. I had no idea how long it was going to take to learn anything and hospital waiting rooms are notoriously boring thus the bag.
I got up here and was able to get quickly into the ER. Ma Asher is sitting in Bed 20 with monitors on her and seems to be breathing easier on O2. Her BP is a little worrisome to me, but no doctors have rushed in here because of it so I am going to assume it isn't a big deal yet. She is resting and I am just sitting quietly at the foot of her bed biding my time. I am glad that I am here to watch over her, but I hope we learn something soon.
Well, they retested her BP and now the nurse seems a tad concerned. She just hooked a bag of saline solution to her so I hope that helps. I also asked them if she could be dehydrated from not drinking enough as well as her dialysis. I also want to know if her breathing issues relate to her pleural effusion in her right lung cavity. I hope they realize that I am going to be a questioning pest.
I have had my one good thing for the day and it brought me a very large smile indeed. I received a package from WS, containing a variety of Easter confections that I haven't seen here in the States. I have yet to eat any of them, but they along with the note that accompanied them made me feel a lot better.
Seeing only my parents and infrequent communications with other people has left me feeling alone a good part of the time as well as unsupported in dealing with the challenges of taking care of my mother. There have been some nights when I collapsed into bed that I wish someone was there to wrap around me and tell me that it would be all right. Hell, I'd be happy to have a friend take me to lunch and just listen to me spill my guts for awhile. A little human contact outside of this circle would do me wonders.