Yep, they kept Mom, admitted her to the cardiac floor, as they found a blood clot in her leg.
But she is still her typical self, whining about getting out of here. The minute I got here, she started insisting I go to the nurses desk and get checked out. Sorry, not how it works, gotta wait for the doc to give the OK.
But in typical mom fashion, here's how it goes. She presses the button for the nurse. Nurse comes in, says she's busy with another patient, and will return. 20 minutes go by, and Mom presses the nurse button again. When I asked why she did that, she replied "in case the nurse forgot". *eyeroll*
That's how she is, how she always has been, and what I've lived with, grew up with. All her way, all the time. I wasn't here when the doc made early rounds, but I'm guessing she insisted on going home "because my daughter will take care of me." *sigh*
I am not a nurse, she expects care but only on her terms. She asks for advice, I give my opinion, and then she cries because she feels like I'm criticizing her. She also gets mad when I speak up at dr appts, wants to know "why is tell them all that". Um, because you should never lie to your doc by omission.
A lifetime of dealing, and I'm getting tired. I even had a dream I was at the Grand Canyon and went over the edge. Ugh. Horrible but must have a bit of meaning.
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