She looked really good, all things considered, although it was clear
she was in horrible, horrible pain.
She was able to eat a few ice chips (she'd been fasting since
midnight, of course), and despite decrying the pain, she was very
lucid and alert. I don't think I could have been nearly that alert
after such an ordeal.
But we already knew she's a fighter.
Her blood sugar was a little low, so they gave her some insulin, and
the attending nurse also asked mom to keep breathing...in through the
nose, out through her mouth. Slow and steady. This is apparently
critical to ensuring that she stays off the breathing machine and
breathes on her own.
They're going to get her to sit up later this afternoon. My dad
indicated he wanted no part of that. LOL There will likely be
yelling involved.
Much as it pains me to see her in pain, I try to take it as a damned
good sign: She survived, she's feeling it, and she's ready to get it
the hell over with.
Finally, like a lot of people, I don't much enjoy spending time in
hospitals. But as they go, this one's been very good. The staff are
very attentive and most kind, and in such situations, that kindness
goes a long, long way.
For now, mom is resting...I'll be checking back in a bit later.
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