Update: Mom X is doing much better. She will stay in hospital overnight and if she's doing as well in the morning, she'll be able to come home.
Seems the doc had diagnosed her increasing shortness of breath as "athsma" and "allergy," but more symptoms rang in and she headed for the hospital. Umm, it was not exactly caused by the pollen; she's had heart trouble for awhile now and things had gotten themselves in one of those situations where an adjustment in meds is called for. One of those situations one must not leave untreated, in fact.
So they've treated it and made the adjustments and (wary of the wrath of my niece the nurse!) are monitoring very carefully.
By sheer chance, she's under a mile from the specialist hospital. It was awfully nice of them to build it so close!
So, I had a post of some sort mostly worked out and I'm pretty sure it was going to be interesting.
--Whatever it was about. I was only half-awake when the entire thing was dashed outta my head by a short phone call:
"Bobbi? This is Niece Nurse." (Eldest daughter of Sister X) "I'm calling from Heart Hospital. Gramma X went in last night--" (while I was only two miles away. What, my cell was on vacation, maybe?) "--she's okay now, sleeping, but they want to run some tests after she wakes up."
Nurse-talk for, "Your Mom maybe had a heart attack and I've been too busy riding herd on the nurses, doctors and anyone else within range at this hospital where I'm not on staff to call family members until just now; the docs wanna go poking around with a heart cath next." Given that my oldest niece is a Nurse-Practitioner with the soul of a Marine DI, a will of steel and a soft, soft heart, I have not the least doubt Mom X is getting the very best care that hospital can give -- or else!
Nevertheless, I hope y'all will 'scuse me while I zoom over there.
INDIANAPOLIS HAMFEST, 2015
2 weeks ago