Waiting

My mother was admitted at the hospital's ER yesterday afternoon. They made sure she had no broken bones, Covid-19, or signs of a stroke, and then we waited for an internist to examine her.

And waited.

They didn't let me stay with her in the ER cubicle, because of Covid rules. So I waited outside for news, and for her to be assigned to a ward, where I would be allowed in.

But the ER was busy, and my mother no urgent case.

At midnight, I was the last person in the waiting room and the nurses pitied us so much, they let me into the ER against the rules.
At quarter to one, the internist appeared. She wanted a CT, another X-ray, and blood samples. So we waited some more, until all that was done, and my mother finally got a bed in a ward at half past two. By then we knew she has an urinary tract infection of some kind, and I went home to sleep for a few hours.

Today was not much better. Visitors are allowed only after 3 PM; when I arrived, I had to search for my mother (she had been transferred to a different ward again); and when I finally found her, she was very confused and her bed was wet because she forgets how to call for help when she needs it.

I am sorry for not commenting much on other journals these days. Whenever this crisis is over, I will be back.