I received a strange message on Facebook from my nephews ex
spoke to pop tonight heard what happened, so VERY worried........... are YOU ok? I wish nan would do as she was told! grr love you all and miss ya's HEAPS xxoo
Didn't know what she was talking about so called mum and dad.
Dad- Oh she really sick, she fell last night and couldn't get back up so I have to try and pick her up and put her back in bed. She hasn't been up all day and hasn't eaten.
Me- Is she awake?
Dad- Don't think so, I'll check..... God her breathing is really strange, shallow ..........
Me- I'm on my way
I get there, mum is in bed, where she has been all day, still sleeping, doesn't hear me come in. Strange, if she has been sleeping all day, why is she not wanting to wake up? I finally get her to wake up for a minute. In that moment I know she is going to the hospital, with me, right now.
I get her to the hospital about 9.30pm, lucky because she looks so ill, they take her in before all the sick people in the waiting room. Within 30 minutes they have an IV in for blood work. They say her lungs sound clear. Her heart is irregular. They catheterize her, the specimen they took looks to be clear. They start fluids, antibiotics via IV, chest x-ray on the way. I leave the hospital at 12.30am, she is staying. I call in the morning 7am, she has a nasty case of pneumonia, something growing in her urine sample and something growing in her blood cultures.
HELLO! I told you this, the blood test said increase in white blood cells, this is infection talking.
They are moving her to intensive care today. She doesn't remember anything about the last bout that she went through, only the bits we tell her. She doesn't remember going to the doctors the day before or the fall. This is starting to sound like a repeat.
What scares me the most is what she told me dad on Saturday night.
I do not think I am long for this world.
My mother does not speak like this. 2 weeks ago she was out weeding the garden, she was laying chip bark in the garden. She was painting walls and doing grocery shopping, cooking for every man and his dog. My mother is a strong independent woman who loves life. She hates illness, but she loves life. This is not the end, I will not allow it to be the end. She is my best friend, the person I turn to when in need, to be loved and love back. This can not be the end.