Another Update on Mom
I went to see Mom in the hospital yesterday morning. She was at the Kansas Medical Center in Andover. Despite being a teensy bit irked at having to drive all the way out there, it was a pretty morning, and The Teen wanted to come with me.
I was quite impressed with the appearance of the place. A quiet waiting room, a pleasant receptionist--where I walked in was more like a large clinic rather than a hospital. The decor was warm, not stark, and there was lots of natural light via a plethora of windows. Large pleasant photographs adorned the walls along the corrdors--photos of ducks, big cats, Kansas wheatfields, flowers. Non-stressy and atrtactive.
Her room was at the end of a hall, and I was immediatetly struck by its spaciousness and--for want of a better term--lack of tension. It wasn't crowded, or fussy. It was well lit, with a big window. Dad was sitting beside Mom in her hospital bed, and Mom had her head elevated. The two of them looked just about as chipper as two older people can in a hospital. I couldn't see any evidence of the surgery. There was a pic line in her hand, but that was it, as far as I could see. She looked clean and fluffy and decently rested. We talked about the medical aspects and about Obama (Mom and Dad are unabashed fans; Sophia talked a bit about school. Mom didn't remember what pain meds they were giving her, and she said her sciatica was still giving her some pain. But she was sleeping very well, and she could not praise the nurses enough. She has no pain from the surgery itself. She said that everyone was coming by to peep under the bandages and say what a good job the surgeon had done.
I left them looking forward to the KU game. My mind was much relieved. Honestly, she seemed much happier than I'd seen her in months.
I was quite impressed with the appearance of the place. A quiet waiting room, a pleasant receptionist--where I walked in was more like a large clinic rather than a hospital. The decor was warm, not stark, and there was lots of natural light via a plethora of windows. Large pleasant photographs adorned the walls along the corrdors--photos of ducks, big cats, Kansas wheatfields, flowers. Non-stressy and atrtactive.
Her room was at the end of a hall, and I was immediatetly struck by its spaciousness and--for want of a better term--lack of tension. It wasn't crowded, or fussy. It was well lit, with a big window. Dad was sitting beside Mom in her hospital bed, and Mom had her head elevated. The two of them looked just about as chipper as two older people can in a hospital. I couldn't see any evidence of the surgery. There was a pic line in her hand, but that was it, as far as I could see. She looked clean and fluffy and decently rested. We talked about the medical aspects and about Obama (Mom and Dad are unabashed fans; Sophia talked a bit about school. Mom didn't remember what pain meds they were giving her, and she said her sciatica was still giving her some pain. But she was sleeping very well, and she could not praise the nurses enough. She has no pain from the surgery itself. She said that everyone was coming by to peep under the bandages and say what a good job the surgeon had done.
I left them looking forward to the KU game. My mind was much relieved. Honestly, she seemed much happier than I'd seen her in months.