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July 7, 2007
She Called Me
Mom called me at home while I was still applying my make-up.
“Where are you?” she asked.
I explained to her that we don’t normally get to the hospital until noon. She told me that she would love a small vanilla milkshake. I assured her that we would get her one on our way.
As soon as we walked through the door, she drank a small bit of the milkshake, but she was ready for me to help her with her shower. She is weak from being in the bed, so she wanted me to wash her hair.
When we were finished, she felt much better.
The nurse unhooked her oxygen, so she is off that completely and breathing “room air” and nothing is in her nose. Thank you Lord!
She started to feel nauseous around 5:00, so the nurse gave her some medicine for that. Unfortunately this was time for the dinner delivery, so I don’t think she ended up eating much.
I would say this whole ordeal has really thrown her eating schedule for a loop. She and dad don’t normally eat until 7 or so, so she’s probably not even hungry at 5:00. I pray that she is feeling better right now.
If you ever visit my parent’s house, you will be sure to find mom at the kitchen sink! This photo was taken in December of 1991.
Posted by tami at July 7, 2007 9:19 PM
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Everytime I was ever over there that where she was at, with your dad at the table. I hope that she is feeling better and I am glad that is off the oxygen.
Posted by: chastity at July 7, 2007 11:12 PM