[this was a few weeks ago, see 87 years my mother and my son is not so much]
...by 2pm (at the latest) we knew my mom would be admitted. The cause of the bleeding was still inkown but a few things (good and bad) had been elimanated. At approximately 9pm she was moved to a room. At 9:30pm I hit the nurse call button. The tech had transported her and left. Really I just wanted to know how to turn the overhead light off (it took them 3 tries at different switches so I didn't feel so bad). Also to mention a few small details regarding her mobility (i.e. the lack there of) and well, things one would like mobility for. Fortunately there was a team of doctors already running all her lab work and on their way out to our house to check through her things for possible toxins and running scans in an exhaustive pursuit of the a medical diagnosis and... oops sorry. That was the dream sequence. In real life a scan had shown that an artery is not getting enough blood to part of the bowel but they can't say why (clot or constriction) but it will "probably" heal itself given that she "rests her bowels" (how delightful!)for a few days. If not various bad things can happen and various doctors might be consulted -probably.
Everyone is exhausted and grumpy and it was all pretty boring most of the day. ERs are in fact the most boring places I know. The occasional lack of boredom one personally experiences is not so fun and when exciting stuff is obviously happening to your neighbors you have to pretend not to notice. I did see alot more people in handcuffs than usual but it seemed tacky to actually go into the hall and check it out.
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