I received a message from my madre yesterday. She was being admitted into the hospital. On Monday, she'd been feeling pretty ill and weak. The next day it was worse and she contacted her MD who had her get some lab work done. Then yesterday afternoon she went in to see the PA. Her WBCs were 17 and the mag and sodium were low. The doc opted to admit her.
As soon as I heard the news, I called the floor where she was to be admitted and asked for a private room. You see, I work there. And right now I'm in Florida so I have to pull strings from afar. Then I called my co-worker Jackie who moonlights as nursing supervisor there and asked her to check in on my mom. I texted my roomie and asked him to stop by and see her sometime today to find out if she's alright. I put some info up on facebook and got a lot of people wishing her well and such.
Even though I'm 3,000 miles away, I still take care of my mom. She's a good cookie and has been through so fucking much the past year, medically speaking. Getting a private room and having my nurse buddies check in on her is the least I can do.
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