"Just pretend this is your own special episode of House"
That was the advice I gave my mother before I left her in the hospital tonight. She's been having stomach problems for months and today it was couple with a headache. On her way to the bathroom she totally passed out cold - I mean crash to the floor, eyes rolling back in your head, moaning incoherently, out cold. We called the paramedics and she came to a little after they got there, but then she passed out again as they picked her up to put her in the chair.
I should have known something was going on when Jacob didn't smile when he saw her, instead he just looked up at her, then crawled over to where she was standing and pulled up on her leg. He was staring up at her with the strangest little expression on his face. I went back to reading and then I heard a crash. I heard her moan so I got up to see if she were okay and there she was laying in the doorway to the bathroom with Jacob peering over her shoulder trying to look in her face as if to ask what was wrong.
Before I left she had come around enough to be aggravated that they were keeping her overnight so I told her that next time she should listen to me when I tell her she needs to drink more water because judging by the stuff they had her hooked up to she was badly dehydrated and they weren't going to let her go until they fixed it and they probably wanted to watch her heart. The doctor told her I was right and so I patted her on the arm, told her to pretend she was on House and that I would see her in the morning.
Thankfully that was the end of our exchange because at that point I'd used up all my fake bravado and needed to breathe a little before I could muster up some more for an already squigged out Jacob.
I am so damned tired. I think I am going to work on some homework. Perhaps academic pursuits will wind my mind down enough that I can sleep.
I should have known something was going on when Jacob didn't smile when he saw her, instead he just looked up at her, then crawled over to where she was standing and pulled up on her leg. He was staring up at her with the strangest little expression on his face. I went back to reading and then I heard a crash. I heard her moan so I got up to see if she were okay and there she was laying in the doorway to the bathroom with Jacob peering over her shoulder trying to look in her face as if to ask what was wrong.
Before I left she had come around enough to be aggravated that they were keeping her overnight so I told her that next time she should listen to me when I tell her she needs to drink more water because judging by the stuff they had her hooked up to she was badly dehydrated and they weren't going to let her go until they fixed it and they probably wanted to watch her heart. The doctor told her I was right and so I patted her on the arm, told her to pretend she was on House and that I would see her in the morning.
Thankfully that was the end of our exchange because at that point I'd used up all my fake bravado and needed to breathe a little before I could muster up some more for an already squigged out Jacob.
I am so damned tired. I think I am going to work on some homework. Perhaps academic pursuits will wind my mind down enough that I can sleep.