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Jun. 12th, 2002 03:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeMy mother is in the hospital, staying overnight.
I finally forced her to the doctor today, despite the protests of "But, I'm scheduled for an appointment next week!" And it's good that I did, because it appears that she may have a perforated bowel with a possible infection/abcess. They say she should have been in about this a week ago.
102.3 fever. Hard mass in her belly. Unable to eat. Dehydrated. Pain.
She's most likely going to be going under the knife, though that's still up in the air.
I stayed at the hospital for as long as I could, but she wound up kicking me out because I was starting to get snarky with the nurses for being incompetent. I have to go back tomorrow with a bag of things for her, in case they need to keep her longer. I also need to make phone calls tomorrow (including one to that bastard sibling-no-longer of mine) to let them know where she is (not that he even knows there's a problem).
I'm extremely stressed and putting this into as calm and simple words as I possibly can. However, I'm about ready to lose my shit. I had to pull over on the highway for ten minutes because I was crying so hard I couldn't see the road.
It's three in the morning. I feel like ass, though Carrie contributed greatly to cheering me up. I'm watching a documentary on the Loch Ness Monster and I need to dye my hair. I can't think straight though and my mind is racing. I've smoked so many cigarettes in the past hour that my throat is feeling scoured and raw.
Any good vibes, send them this way. Cause we surely need them by the bucketful.
I finally forced her to the doctor today, despite the protests of "But, I'm scheduled for an appointment next week!" And it's good that I did, because it appears that she may have a perforated bowel with a possible infection/abcess. They say she should have been in about this a week ago.
102.3 fever. Hard mass in her belly. Unable to eat. Dehydrated. Pain.
She's most likely going to be going under the knife, though that's still up in the air.
I stayed at the hospital for as long as I could, but she wound up kicking me out because I was starting to get snarky with the nurses for being incompetent. I have to go back tomorrow with a bag of things for her, in case they need to keep her longer. I also need to make phone calls tomorrow (including one to that bastard sibling-no-longer of mine) to let them know where she is (not that he even knows there's a problem).
I'm extremely stressed and putting this into as calm and simple words as I possibly can. However, I'm about ready to lose my shit. I had to pull over on the highway for ten minutes because I was crying so hard I couldn't see the road.
It's three in the morning. I feel like ass, though Carrie contributed greatly to cheering me up. I'm watching a documentary on the Loch Ness Monster and I need to dye my hair. I can't think straight though and my mind is racing. I've smoked so many cigarettes in the past hour that my throat is feeling scoured and raw.
Any good vibes, send them this way. Cause we surely need them by the bucketful.
