andsoitgoestoo

I finally got to the hospital yesterday around 5 pm to see my mom. Oh, yes, she was admitted. When I got to her room she was yelling that she needed help. Freaked me out. She needed a bedpan. So I found what I thought was one but noticed she had a urine bag. She said she had to poop. Okay.

Both her legs were bandaged. Of course I hurt them trying to get the bedpan under her but I guess I was successful.

She was in bad shape. She said she woke up and was screaming for my father because she didn't remember she was in the hospital.

She didn't know anything so I went and talked to the nurse. She didn't know anything. hah. I know she had a doppler of her leg and that they were going to address her back and that she probably had another fracture.

I didn't stay long since I didn't have lunch and was emotionally exhausted after my onc appt.

I guess I will call her doctor today to find out what is going on. This is just like last time. I have no idea what they are thinking is going on.

I told my father that, yes, it looks like they need to move, but that they will need my help and I will be down for about a month after my surgery so they shouldn't make any commitments until I can help them.

ack.

And so it goes.

Susan