Gosh - it's been forever since I did any scrapping. Spring is always the most incredibly hectic time for me and it feels like I've been in a vortex for the past two months. This little layout, I hope, will get me back on track with my Project 52 album if nothing else.
Last April, I was working at the library on a Tuesday - which is my "stay late" day - when Amy stopped in to take me to lunch. It was a bit of a surprise, but she had called and told me she was on her way and what time could I go eat? So when she walked in, I was kind of expecting her, but what I was not prepared for was her to pass out and drop stone cold to the floor before I had time to even introduce her to the two people who were working with me that day.
I didn't panic - I'm just not that kind of mom - but I did do a quick check of her vital signs. Her skin was pale and clammy, she had a profuse layer of sweat, her pulse was rapid and thready, and she was disoriented. She had a heavy sweatshirt on - even though the day was low 80's. I asked her if she'd taken anything and she insisted she had not. I asked, "When is the last time you had a drink of water?" She couldn't remember having had one at all that day, and it was already after 1pm. She'd driven the entire way from Tulsa to OKC, a two hour trip, without air conditioning - the AC in her vehicle is broken and she's not bothered to get it fixed.
I figured that it was PROBABLY heat exhaustion, but she'd definitely lost consciousness and passing out is not something to ignore or make light of. Because I'm her mom, I pretty much insisted that we go into the emergency room right there. She asked if we could stop at Arby's on the way. ::rolling eyeballs:: I called my boss, took the rest of the day off work, and then put her into my truck and took her into OKC to the hospital.
Because she's a veteran, the hospital means the veteran's administration in downtown OKC. And because it's the VA, it means "wait." And wait. And wait. And did I mention that it's a long wait? We got there a bit after 2, and finally got into a room about 6. Saw a doctor around 7. And by the time they were done with all the tests and ready to discharge her, it was after 10.
Heat exhaustion. Check. Dehydration. Check.
The surprise was a pretty severe UTI, complicated by the dehydration. They put two bags of IV fluids and antibiotics into her and it wasn't until halfway through the third bag that she finally had to use the bathroom.
My tongue still has holes in it where I bit through it to keep myself from uttering all the mom-isms that wanted to roll off it. I did not lecture. I did not say, "you should" or "you know" or "why didn't you." She's 27 years old. She's an adult, and she knows better than to let herself get into that condition. But she's still my kid and she wanted her mom. So I just held her hand and kept her company while we waited.
1. June Tic Tac Toe - pink, stripes, bugs
2. Anything Goes Weekly 2 - bug, parenthood, health
3. Anything Goes Daily 1 ~ shoes, feet
4. Girls Only