So today we had to take my mother in law to the emergency room. She’s had an upper respiratory infection recently, went to the doctor a couple weeks ago, but generally has felt bad no doubt due to my father in law’s illness and death and not taking good care of herself the past 6 weeks or so. Anyway, last night she felt sick and passed out in the bathroom. Did she call us at 3 a.m. to come help her? Of course not. *rolls eyes*
She calls Charlie this morning and says she’s still a little dizzy and will he come sit with her today. Charlie says hell no, he’s taking her to the doctor. Duh. They end up at the local ER, who decide she should be admitted but they don’t admit patients with her health plan (my gripe about Medicare HMOs is for another blog for another day.) So they’re transfering her by ambulance to the Tulsa hospital that handles her insurance.
Fine. Off to Tulsa we go to meet the ambulance.
Holy crap. It’s busy there. Really damn busy. Like there are 4 ambulances piled up in the ER entrance and we can barely get through there to park. It’s chaos inside. We go right in and wait for mom to get a room. And wait. and wait. We head outside a few times. Still piled up with ambulances out there. One takes off, another drives in. I’m not kidding it was crazy there today. By the time we left, the ER waiting room was packed solid, and yes, there were still a horde of ambulances outside.
Holy moly. Is it a full moon or something? I dunno what’s going on this weekend, but they’re packing in the ER.
Mom’s in her room resting comfortably, a little dehydrated and her blood pressure is low. She’ll be fine, I’m sure.
I’m not too sure about everyone else. Y’all be careful out there. I felt really strange vibes seeing all those ambulances.