My mom was supposed to be released from the hospital to a rehab center yesterday.
It didn’t happen.
I called her yesterday morning, expecting her to tell me what time she was being released. Instead, she told me she had been sick all night and was still really nauseous. The doctors had ordered a scan for that afternoon but, she couldn’t remember what type. She was a little nervous even though the doctor told her he wasn’t necessarily concerned. However, this is the same doctor who told me very nonchalantly during morning rounds, on the day before her surgery, she was going to die unless there was a miracle (more about his wonderful bedside manner, later).
Considering she’s been through hell for the last couple of weeks, I can understand why she’s worried. Hell, I’m worried. You hear about it all the time, a person has surgery and then dies later of a post-op infection or pneumonia.
Anyway, they didn’t give her the results of the scan last night, so they will probably give her them during rounds this morning.
That’s a good thing, right?
I mean, if it was bad they would tell her right away…wouldn’t they?
I’m heading up there after I drop off my son at school. I’m hoping to make it before rounds, but the traffic getting up there sucks ass and I’m sure today, of all days, it will suck even worse than usual. Murphy’s Law.
I’m crossing my fingers and hoping she’s sick because of the meds, not because something is wrong.
Whatever the case, I’m sure we will get the truth this morning.
Her doctor definitely does not shy away from that.
I just hope we’re overreacting.