The day dragged on. It was close to 11am before we did anything much at all. I decided that being as it was getting close to lunch I had better get the move on. I was going to take the kids to my Mom's house for dinner tonight.
We ate lunch, did some dishes, picked up, and showered. I was actually peeing when my husband handed me the phone. It was a little before 1pm.
I took the phone and my older sister was on the line. She'd found my Mom on the floor in the bathroom. Mom was flopping around on the floor gasping for air and she had vomited up blood. My sister informed me that she had called the ambulance and was waiting for them. I didn't even need to be asked. "I'll be there in a minute."
I was in deed there in almost that. I live in Moore and they live in Norman. I'm really about 10-15minutes from them. I was there in under five. The ambulance was still there. That was not a good sign. They couldn't move her yet because her blood pressure was pretty much non-existent.
I raced to the door and as I burst inside the ambulance pulled off. "Where's Maria? What happened?"
We get to the hospital a little before 1:30pm. We had to wait a few minutes before we could even go back to see her. My sister and I sat there and talked about anything but my Mom. We just couldn't yet...Not until we saw what we were dealing with. We both switched to work mode and cut off attachment as well as we could. We were doing a damned good job so far.
We are then escorted back to her area. I had to fight the scratching ache in my stomach when I laid my eyes on her.
I have cleaned up many a dead body and held many hands as they passed from this world. There is a look to death and I know it well. My Mother looked like death. She was gray. I went numb. I am still numb. They had to put two units of blood in her and they're going to be giving her more as the night goes on. They suspect a GI bleed (bleeding ulcer) but, we won't be sure until she's stable enough to have a scope done.
We stayed with her until they moved her from ER to ICU. My little sister and her husband (who works on ICU) are there with her now. I hope Derika is taking this okay. When she called us back she handed the phone to her husband. In deed, it is shocking.
We all got so used to her hypocondria that when she came home saying she didn't feel well my older sister just told her to go lay down. It can't be blamed on any of us. How were we to know? How?
My sister said she kept telling her she didn't want to die.
I don't know what's going to happen. I can't think about it right now. I feel sick...Right down to my soul.
She's stable at the moment. We may know a little more tomorrow.
We were strong. After we left my Mom, we went home to cook dinner for Grandma and give her a bath. We told her not to worry about it...That she'd be okay.
I want to believe that.
We ate lunch, did some dishes, picked up, and showered. I was actually peeing when my husband handed me the phone. It was a little before 1pm.
I took the phone and my older sister was on the line. She'd found my Mom on the floor in the bathroom. Mom was flopping around on the floor gasping for air and she had vomited up blood. My sister informed me that she had called the ambulance and was waiting for them. I didn't even need to be asked. "I'll be there in a minute."
I was in deed there in almost that. I live in Moore and they live in Norman. I'm really about 10-15minutes from them. I was there in under five. The ambulance was still there. That was not a good sign. They couldn't move her yet because her blood pressure was pretty much non-existent.
I raced to the door and as I burst inside the ambulance pulled off. "Where's Maria? What happened?"
We get to the hospital a little before 1:30pm. We had to wait a few minutes before we could even go back to see her. My sister and I sat there and talked about anything but my Mom. We just couldn't yet...Not until we saw what we were dealing with. We both switched to work mode and cut off attachment as well as we could. We were doing a damned good job so far.
We are then escorted back to her area. I had to fight the scratching ache in my stomach when I laid my eyes on her.
I have cleaned up many a dead body and held many hands as they passed from this world. There is a look to death and I know it well. My Mother looked like death. She was gray. I went numb. I am still numb. They had to put two units of blood in her and they're going to be giving her more as the night goes on. They suspect a GI bleed (bleeding ulcer) but, we won't be sure until she's stable enough to have a scope done.
We stayed with her until they moved her from ER to ICU. My little sister and her husband (who works on ICU) are there with her now. I hope Derika is taking this okay. When she called us back she handed the phone to her husband. In deed, it is shocking.
We all got so used to her hypocondria that when she came home saying she didn't feel well my older sister just told her to go lay down. It can't be blamed on any of us. How were we to know? How?
My sister said she kept telling her she didn't want to die.
I don't know what's going to happen. I can't think about it right now. I feel sick...Right down to my soul.
She's stable at the moment. We may know a little more tomorrow.
We were strong. After we left my Mom, we went home to cook dinner for Grandma and give her a bath. We told her not to worry about it...That she'd be okay.
I want to believe that.
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