How is it that when you want something in particular, you can never find it? (rhetorical question)
Just spent most of the day at the hospital with my mom. I don't think I've ever seen anybody more pitiful. The Demerol (sp?) wore off too soon, and she was stuck waiting at least 2 hours for any more.
So I'm trying to feed her ice. All goes well until she decided she wanted to turn over. Wrong angle for the sppon. I accidentally poked her in the tooth with the spoon! Thankfully, it wasn't a fork!
So my brother and I decide to go to the gift shop. I figured there had to be something small we could get. Well, I don't know what this place was thinking with this shop. There was hardly anything in it. That is, compared to other hospitals I've been in.
We stopped at a store on the way home, and for the life of me, I couldn't find anything to do with angels. (she collects them) I'm sure there was plenty to be found and I probably overlooked them.
I feel kind of bad for leaving her by herself, but she didn't want us to call anybody, and she kept trying to push us out to go eat, and telling us there was no nead to hang around and watch her sleep.
So we stayed long enough to make sure she got more pain meds and then left. I hope she got *some* sleep. I wonder if she'll be with it enough later tonight to call. I doubt it though.
-- Rachel T. Feeling like she should be doing more on the "mom" front.