The True Vyne

A quick update for you dear hearts, like Almost, kat and anonymous. Thank you for your amazing kind words and prayers. My mom is progressing though it's not an easy road. She has no short term memory at this point, so she's asking repetitive questions. It scares me. I'm miffed with the hospital for not being forthright about care. My mother told me to expect she'd stay a few hours in recovery, proceed to an ICU room for a few days then to a regular hospital room and home maybe by Friday. The problem is that noone warned us that the hospital is overcrowded and the day after surgery still no ICU room, which is outfitted for the comfort of the family, is available. This severely limits my ability to visit her as she's still in recovery on the second day! It seems the job of the recovery room keepers is to keep the family away, so noone's hippa rights are violated by visitors. Arghh! The nurse this morning had great compassion for me and hid me from the recovery room keepers next to my mother for over an hour. To my horror, the good nurse was trying to feed my mom oatmeal, a much depised food to me ma's palate. Before the surgery, my mom said, "Tell the nurses if they try to feed me jello, oatmeal, or applesauce, I might just forget my manners and spit it in their face." The nurse was very concerned that my mom keep down food, but I suggested chocolate pudding might get a much better response than gagging oatmeal. It did, of course. I spent the rest of the day sitting in the horrible same chairs, begging for a peek at my mother and a chance to talk to the surgeon. The night nurse sent for me, because she couldn't get my mom to eat the unattractive and unappetizing chicken pot pie (maybe?). Hello! I again suggested the desperate measure of chocolate pudding and coke which the nurse let me feed her. Finally after one more ten minute visit, the keepers insisted on no visitation past 8:30 p.m., and sent me packing.
The surgeon called me at 9:30 to update me. He said the short term memory loss was common for a week, and he said it might be more long term. He apologized for not telling us ahead of time about the overcrowding issue. He kindly said he'd warn his patients in the future. Jolly good. He told me maybe by Thursday mom will be walking down the hall. Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talkin' about.
My answered prayers today have been the compassionate nurse and the doctor taking the time to call. I suspect he'd been there since 7:00 or earlier and called so late at night at his earliest opportunity.
Still praying for an ICU room tomorrow and the return of short term memory quickly and completely.
Love,
True