Three Guesses

I'll give you three guesses where we spent our evening, and the first two don't count. We were all set to join Mother Comfort for dinner at the Rehab Center when her blood pressure bottomed out and she went unconscious. Unable to wake her, she was driven all of maybe a mile to the Emergency Room where we continued to practice longsuffering and patience. It really didn't feel like 'suffering' at all. I was with my favorite people and my sis brought food...Asian food....yummy Asian food.

She went from totally unresponsive and extremely low BP to alert, smiling and talkative, normal (for her) BP and an appetite. Aside from losing a couple hours of work at the house, the evening couldn't have gone better.
Truly, a highlight of the evening was when we decided the head of her bed needed to come up so she could eat some pudding (having missed dinner) and Paul put his foot on the bed controls to put the head up and hit the tilt pedal instead. Her bed stayed perfectly straight, but the feet were going down and the head was going up and it looked like the back of a dump truck and appeared she would slide right to the floor. Realizing what he was doing, he said, "I didn't mean to hit the dump pedal", which only struck him funny and made the next few minutes hysterically funny. By this time, we both seemed a little delirious, while Mother Comfort was totally oblivious (having buried her nose in a cup of chocolate pudding) Paul scrambled to push the right pedal to bring her level again and dropped the whole bed by a few inches as we both fought hysterical laughter and I tried walking to the foot of the bed to, at least, catch her if she slid to the floor! The whole time, I'm trying to say, "wait and I'll get a nurse"..."please stop pushing the pedals" the only thing that would come out was giggles, snortles, chortles and gfaws while Paul could hardly stand up to push the pedals, he was trying so hard not to laugh, and there she sat eating her pudding, totally unaware that she looked like she was going down a blue slide in a child's playground! We were fortunate not to have been thrown out!

Since all her numbers were good almost immediately, they decided it was syncope (fancy word for...she fainted) and planned to return her to the rehab center from whence she came. As I had been keeping my family up to date, I called my mom to tell her, "we're going back to the rehab center", to which she replied, "are you going to take Alice with you?" to which I replied, "no, we just thought we'd get a room for the night".

Sweet life! She's tucked in, and now we will be soon too! Woo hoo!!!

At least we've been able to check on the progress of the expansion at the hospital.