A few weeks ago I got a call from my sister that my mom was having pain in her lower leg.
As a nurse, I knew that her history of Atrial fibrillation could mean that that pain was a blood clot. To make a long story short, it was.
My brain exploded. I had to get kids, dogs, house and husband organized and, in 2 hours time, catch a flight that a friend found for me…..it was the last one leaving to get me there in time for her surgery. I made that flight with 30 minutes to spare. HOOO YAH!! Super Hero time!
I drank wine on the flight there, because, OMG, my brain was in overdrive. Freaking stess city. All the what ifs were running through my medical mind and the possibility of them all happening were quite high. At 85, my mom is in dang good shape. She does not look her age at all, but her heart has been grooving to its own beat these days, and it has created health issues that are no bueno.
Landing in DFW, I was feeling fine from the red, red wine. My sister was supposed to meet me there, but you have to know my sister to understand that I did not have high hopes of hopping in a warm car straight off the plane. Instead I ended up having to beg a shuttle dude to take me to the hospital. My driver was from Africa. In Texas. In fact, all the drivers were from Africa. The randomness of why they are in Dallas was making me laugh in my red wine induced state. I sent this pic to a friend with the caption “I’m home! Haha!! The guys taking me in the shuttle is speaks my African. Wtf? Too fun”. To which she replied “Lol!! Are you drunk?”.
I replied “I wish”.
I won’t get into the details of my moms hospital stay, as that is her story, but I will say that she sailed through the surgery and is now clot free, thank God!. Her stay up until my last night was pretty uneventful. Went out with a friend for dinner, and I returned to the hospital to chaos. She had gone into atrial fib and some genius decided my 85 yo mother needed some Ambien to calm down. We called it the zombie drug when I worked on the medical surgical floor, because the patients sleep for about 30 minutes, then are up all night climbing the walls. It is truly a vile drug for the elderly.
I had to catch a plane the next morning, had slept a grand total of 6 hours since Friday, and it was now Monday night and my mom was absolutely going bonkers on the stuff…..climbing over bed rails, hallucinating…you name it. When the nurse walked in to see what was going on, she said “Oh my.” and I looked at her and said “that’s okay…it’s why you wear a name badge”. I! WAS! PISSED! When she informed me that they gave the Ambian to relax her, I gestured to my mother who was trying to catch imaginary bugs in the air, and told the nurse “She is 85yo and has never had a drug like this. To whoever decided this was a good thing, may a million camels piss in their yard”.
Needless to say, I literally did not sleep at all. The next morning her awesome and hilarious day nurse agreed that ambien was a poor choice and put these signs up in her room. LOL!
Here is my mom with the best nurse ever! Seriously.
Before I threw on my backpack and caught my plane (again a shuttle….my family is seriously time challenged) I drew happy faces in the “a’s”, “o’s” and “b’s” on his awesome signs.
My beautiful mommy!
She is home now, and doing well. I am so so very grateful to my friend who found a flight that would get me there in time to hug and kiss this beautiful woman before they took her back to the OR. I can’t imagine how I would have felt if I didn’t go, and something had happened to her.
All I can say is, don’t ever take for granted the opportunities to love that God puts in your path. He never, ever guarantees tomorrow, but today is a sure bet.