January 07, 2012

The Sum of All Fears

Yesterday I was still recovering from the Norwalk / food poisoning or whatever the hell it was.  My digestive tract seemed quite empty. More importantly, I was no longer wretching bile and drinking water did not immediately precipitate further wretching.  I got up and tried to get my act together to get to school and buy my books, but it was a chore just to get to the bathroom. Nevertheless, I got into the shower and got a stark lesson in perspective...

Because at that point things went south, way south...

My mom was going to go see my sister, to oogle at her granddaughter and help out around the house. She went into the bedroom to get something and got lost...
...in her bedroom.
My dad found her and after realizing that she was utterly incoherent he called for me in a voice that could chill fire. I staggered out of the shower, threw on some pants and we got her to the car. He took her to the hospital.
A few hours later he called.
She has had strokes...
plural...

It seems now that she has had a series of mini strokes over the last month or so which she had presumably written off as holiday stress. 

I've talked to her twice since then via phone. The first time she was quite incoherent but the second time, her speech, while slurred, was understandable.

I'm taking care of my grandmother who currently cannot go to the loo unassisted and Dad is with Mom. He stopped by last night  to get some of her things. As one can imagine he is quite despondent.

Last night they moved her to a specialist facility at a Hospital way out in Suffolk and although visiting hours had passed they provided my father a bench to spend the night with his wife...which does not bode well.

This morning there was no word but they were still conducting tests.

That is all I know at this time.

I'm rather beside myself at the moment

Posted by: The Brickmuppet at 11:45 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment
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1 For what it's worth, these days it's quite normal for spouses to be allowed to spend the night in the hospital room, even for relatively minor things.  Having a loved one at hand is quite effective at keeping the spirits of the hospitalized person up.

It's easy for me to say, of course... it's not my mother... but I really wouldn't read too much into him being allowed to stay.

Keeping my wingtips crossed for your mom, Mup.

Posted by: Wonderduck at Sat Jan 7 17:08:38 2012 (f/6aJ)

2 Best wishes to your mum. And to you, too.  Hang in there.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at Sat Jan 7 17:57:42 2012 (PiXy!)

3 Let me add mine. I'd say "let us know if you need anything" but I'm not sure what we could actually do. If I could send nurse catgirls, they would be on their way.

Posted by: Avatar_exADV at Sun Jan 8 22:48:23 2012 (pWQz4)

4 A little late to the party, but hang in there. 

Posted by: ubu at Tue Jan 17 22:12:08 2012 (GfCSm)

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