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A right goose
Jan. 3rd, 2006 09:57 amMy mother collapsed this morning. Said, "I don't feel well," and fell to the floor convulsing. My goodness but it's hard to ring for an ambulance when your hands are shaking and your head is full of the sound of your own pounding heart. She came to while I was on the phone and was well enough to walk to the stretcher when the ambulance arrived. It was all very sedate and business-like until I closed the door behind them and burst into tears.
At the hospital I had to sit in the waiting room and watch morning television while they examined her. I don't normally have the TV on that early; last time I did, I decided that I don't like Sunrise host David Koch. Today I decided he pales into insignificance next to how much I loathe Today host Richard Wilkins.
After I filled in some paperwork, the nurse leading me to her room said, "It's all a furphy, I think she just wanted to catch up for a gossip." My mother agreed: "I feel like a right goose." There she was, lying in bed, looking very sorry for herself, sipping a cappuccino ordered from the visiting coffee vendor and chatting with all the passing nurses. "I've never been in an ambulance as a patient," she told me. "It was a rough ride." Word spread to the ward she works on and her boss came down to see her: "How the other half lives, hey?"
The current thinking is that she pinched a nerve in her back and the pain overwhelmed her for a moment. They're doing ECGs and other tests and they'll call me later to say if she's staying in for observation or I can pick her up. Most likely it will be painkillers and bed-rest and she'll be fine. I hope so.
At the hospital I had to sit in the waiting room and watch morning television while they examined her. I don't normally have the TV on that early; last time I did, I decided that I don't like Sunrise host David Koch. Today I decided he pales into insignificance next to how much I loathe Today host Richard Wilkins.
After I filled in some paperwork, the nurse leading me to her room said, "It's all a furphy, I think she just wanted to catch up for a gossip." My mother agreed: "I feel like a right goose." There she was, lying in bed, looking very sorry for herself, sipping a cappuccino ordered from the visiting coffee vendor and chatting with all the passing nurses. "I've never been in an ambulance as a patient," she told me. "It was a rough ride." Word spread to the ward she works on and her boss came down to see her: "How the other half lives, hey?"
The current thinking is that she pinched a nerve in her back and the pain overwhelmed her for a moment. They're doing ECGs and other tests and they'll call me later to say if she's staying in for observation or I can pick her up. Most likely it will be painkillers and bed-rest and she'll be fine. I hope so.
