Mom had another visit to the ER this morning. They welcomed her with smiles and open arms; whisked her right through the doors as she is so well known there now that she practically has automatic check-in. It was another false call, not life threatening, just life scaring ~ Is this the time that her heart problems will be deadly?
I must admit when the phone rings in the middle of the night ~ the only time she has these episodes ~ my first reaction is to groan and pull the covers over my head. I don't want to get out of my warm bed. I don't want to get into a cold car. I don't want to drive 5 miles in the dark to get her and then 5 miles back again, past my house, to take her to the ER. I don't want to sit in the ER room with her for 3 to 4 hours while the doctors and nurses do their "normal" routine on her to see if she has suffered a heart attack.
And then I get off my pity party horse and thank God that I have the privilege of taking my mother to the hospital. Heaven forbid it is her last time and I didn't have the chance to be with her in her final hours. I just wish those were my first thoughts as I respond to her call and roll out of bed. I'm sure I will have another chance.
postscript: Mom said what woke her up was a tall, slender angel standing at the end of her bed. Mom said, "I pointed my finger at her and said, 'Go away.' " Now that's moxie!
blogmeister's note: The doctor says that Mom's meds give her hallucinations. I prefer to think that she really saw an angel ~ her guardian angel.
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