My Life

  Day Fifteen Sunday Sticky Notes Today I planned to go in a little later since Ivy was there with Moma. I had a little break to lunch break with a group of friends at Chilis and went and did a little shopping. I was in hopes this would be a dist raction, but Moma was still in the back of my mind the whole time. I got a message from the wound nurse and FNP that worked at the nursing home group Moma works for. They were wanting to go see Moma, I was all for it, maybe they could talk some sense into her. When I go to the hospital I saw two ladies talking, they both looked up at me and greeted me, I assumed it was them. They were both in the waiting area talking, I'm sure they were talking about how rough the situation looked. They both were appreciative of me allowing them to come see her. The wound nurse said she really appreciated my Moma and that she had prayed with her several times and got her through some rough times. She also said she had COVID and Moma was t...

  Day Fourteen Saturday Wiping tears with a paper towel   Today makes two weeks we have been in the hospital. This is the day my sister lost hope and was thinking it was over. I was eager that morning to make breakfast like what Moma and I usually do make breakfast, shoot the shit and do laundry. I heard from Ivy this morning and she had been talking to Jason, a nurse she had bonded with. The one that wasn’t my favorite. Ultimately, he is extra as hell and over exaggerates and makes a mountain out of a mole hill. Yes, Moma is not in beautiful shape, but he generally paints a worse picture. Ivy had me tore up absolutely holler crying at the house before I left. Was a bad scenario, the poor dogs. I got ready and headed to the hospital. Ivy had made the comment I wonder if I should cancel my patients for the day (thinking she was about to roll out this world). I get there and she looks about the same, not perfect. I felt like she was heavily sedated. They had added versed to th...