The wrath of mom
On the up side, my crash course indicated the nurse had probably been right regarding moms’ state of mind. I wondered how long it might last; what was normal with this drug?
|Mom in her HBOT "display case"|
To the best of my knowledge my mother had only been in a glass case twenty, maybe 30, times in her life; I don't remember how many HBOT treatments had been approved my Medicare to treat her osteomyelitis. We sat quiet for a few minutes, both in our own thoughts.
Within the hour mom was moved from the step-down ICU to the Neuro/Trauma unit. Again, we were greeted by smiling, caring nurses and CNA’s. They immediately tended to moms needs as we voiced our concerns.
I wasn't sure if it was the confidence I felt with the nursing staff or pure exhaustion, but I knew it was time to sleep. Mom had another dose of morphine and was finally resting. “I’ll see you in the morning”, I kissed mom and my sister. I made sure the nurses had my contact information and slipped out the door; in search of my bed.
Normally a snowy, slick drive in the middle of the night would keep me lying awake for hours after. There's always an exception to the rule.
I was sound asleep before my head hit the pillow. Obviously, nothing in my life was normal.
Will it ever be normal again?
Was it normal before?
What is normal anyway?
How will I know when I get there?