Or, Christmas in the ER. Judy's 95-year-old mother is spending Christmas with us. She's very stoic and won't tell people when she's not well, but today it became evident that she wasn't. She was disoriented and tired, and we finally took her temperature around 6:00 p.m. It was over 100, so after some argument we bundled her off the the Alvin urgent care center. I'm just back from there to pick up a few things, and then I'll head for Clear Lake, where she's being admitted to the hospital. She has "a raging bladder infection," which might (and we certainly hope so) account for the disorientation. We have no idea how long she'll be in the hospital. Judy has an appointment at MD Anderson on Thursday.
Have I mentioned that I'm spending way too much time in medical facilities? At any rate, if I disappear for a while, you'll know why.
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Goodness. Well, with luck, a bladder infection once diagnosed can be dealt with quickly and efficiently...sorry to read it, Bill. May your MIL also have a less troublesome 2008.
Bill,
Hang in there and know we'll be here when you return!
Having sat a month ago in an emergency room with my mother for eight hours, I know the territory well. There is no grimmer place, waiting for someone to be either admitted or turned out. Nothing to do other than watch the horror stories going on around you--and not the kind you can write about.
We spent Christmas Eve in the emergency room two years ago with Henry's dad. No fun at ALL!
But, I can confirm that bladder infections can indeed cause disorientation and other symptoms of dementia. So once they get the antibiotics going, she should not only feel better but return to her normal self.
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