I thought I was off duty when we got home on the morning of the 16th, I was wrong. By 8:30pm. mom was back in the ER with a fever and nausea. After every test they could dream up, including scanning her CAT, she was readmitted at 5am. Hummp! My mom doesn't even have a cat.
From Tuesday afternoon till Friday morning she didn't even use the big green TV button.
We stayed in room #210 during our first stay and #225 our second stay.
Mom is still recovering from this whole ordeal, she is getting a little better with each day.
Thank-you all for your well wishes and comments, they make her smile, something I haven't seen for several weeks.
grr-bye for now,
Getting out of these scrubs and back into my blue jeans and normal life.
One more story:
The first words out of the mouth of the young man with the wheelchair when he saw me peeking out of mom's tote bag ready to go home. "I want your bear!" Mom just laughed, and told him she was sorry, but he could not have her bear, because I'd been with her a long long time, was world famous and have my own blog. But she did tell him he could get a pair of scrubs like mine at Build a Bear. He told her when he put her in grandma's car that he was going to Build a Bear, she told him he might want to make a bear while he was there too, he said he though he would.