Yeah. It didn’t go smoothly.
Mom was discharged Thursday afternoon. I missed my first Girl Scout meeting as a leader picking her up and getting her home. Big Sis made her meeting, though, and Little Sis made it to soccer practice. So, you know…yay me.
Friday, I was at Kohl’s, if you must know, for Mr. Hoagie’s triennial shopping spree. Apparently the other pocket-protector wearing nerds at the laboratory were teasing him for wearing shirts with frayed collars and pants that had holes in them from the wear of his wallet. That, and we had a 20% off coupon.
So my phone rings while I’m over in housewares. Mom wants me to join her for lunch. This is probably a good idea, since she hasn’t walked too far on her own since she’d been in the hospital.
I look at my iPod touch (’cause really, who wears a WATCH anymore?). “Mom, I don’t think I can make it in time.”
She was undaunted, and sounded pretty chipper. She’d head down herself then.
A couple of hours later, the phone rings. Mr. Hoagie takes a message. It’s the campus director of my mom’s apartment building. Mom vomited, and they took her to her room.
To make an unbearably long story short, she continued to have dizzy spells all weekend, and her pulse rate was lower than normal.
This morning, a nurse called. She reported the low pulse rate, and asked if we should call Mom’s cardiologist. We had tried that yesterday: we waited six hours for a call back, only to be told to go to the ER. By then, though, her pulse was normal. I authorized a trip to the ER.
They’re keeping her overnight for observation. Her cardiologist may try to adjust her meds. We’ll see…
UPDATE: Wednesday, Sept. 22 1:21 pm Mom’s still hospitalized. Pulse rate dropped again this morning to 40. Put her on a 24-hour IV of saline, plus they’re planning to mess with her meds. This could take a while…