Friday, July 27, 2012
Bear with me--emergencies
We had to go to the ER with my 94-yr-old mother Thurs—the usual wait of hours. Probably a stroke.
My sister and I at the bedside are old, too, get last priority. I bitched—but I am muted from having some weird problem or reaction—very dizzy. I thought I would end up in the next bed.
Why are people in ERs so hard to deal with? One orderly who had seen me all day clinging to the wall to walk, brought a wheelchair and insisted on pushing me to Mom’s room when she finally got one. I resisted but it helped. So I take back my mean comments.
More later…I hope, anyhow.
Oh--and my daughter blew out her knee--we are taking her with us to the ER today. But she can't help me, now...ack.
Oh and the dog is also sick.