Oh, I really don't feel well. It's 2:00 in the morning, though. I hate to bother anyone, but I think I'm going to have to call one of the nurses.
"No, she's gone out of town to visit her daughter and her family. She'll be home late this evening, though."
"Well, honey, I don't think we should wait that long. I think I'll call C."
She remained very confused and upset for several weeks while we were waiting on the blood thinner to be out of her system. Actually, she ended up in that hospital from the middle of May till the end of July. She called 911 twice to tell them she was being held hostage, etc.... She was so scared. We all visited her daily. She would seem ok some of the time, but then she would become all confused again.
Finally, at the end of July, the doctor decided that he could remove her gb. We all waited in the surgery waiting room: me, my husband, S, B, C, M(another cousin) all waited. It was a very tense time.
The doctor finally came out to tell us that the surgery was complete. He had a difficult time and she lost a lot of blood, but he thought she would be ok.
After only a couple of hours after the surgery, a social worker was in Mother's room suggesting nursing homes that we could have Mother transferred to nearby. At the time my B and S lived in the city where this hospital was. We decided on a nursing home that was near there. This was an hour and ten minute drive for me and C, further for M. But, it was only 5 or 10 minutes for both B and S.
Now, where am I? What am I doing here? Who are these people who keep coming in my room. Oh, here's S. Thank goodness. She says that this is a nursing home where I am going to live for a while. Oh good, B is here, too. I guess this will be ok, if S and B can come to see me often.