"Ma!? Can you hear me?". I nervously asked my mom yesterday. She was out of it, sleeping constantly with lots of confusion. She was able to eat. I sent her to the Day Program.
She couldn't get out of the car without help. She slept.
The nurse at the program and I were in communication. If she didn't wake up for lunch, I planned on going to get her.
Four of us had to lift her into the truck. My plan was to take her home to sleep it off. She was not responding to me at all. I pulled the truck over and dug out my cell phone.
"Hi Brian? I don't know what to do. My mother is out of it. I won't be able to get her out of the truck and upstairs. I think I'm going to take her to the hospital." I said, as my mind went back in time, a time when my mom was in the ER nearly every weekend.
"Good idea. Call me if you need me. I love you." Brian said in a reassuring tone.
We made it to the hospital. My mom was wheeled into the ER, with me running behind her.
She was admitted.
Mom has pneumonia and a bowel infection. Antibiotics that she had been on to cure her UTI killed the good flora in the intestine allowing C.Diff to grow. I've never seen my mom this ill. Last night, she looked like death was near.
Today she looks a little better. Eyes are open and she's sort of talking. We just got her up and she walked to the bathroom with help.
I love this hospital and the care they are giving my mom. She is not freaking out like she was at the other hospital that she was in last September.