Don't ever get old.....

Mom is in the hospital - seems as though the infection was just whooping her and she couldn't seem to fight it off. We had a very restless Sunday night as I stayed with her since her legs were bothering her so much. By 4:30, she had dozed off, so I did get a few hours of sleep. I stayed home that day to keep an eye out on her and by 8 o'clock, we knew we would be calling in to the doctor. We made the call, but as time moves slowly sometimes from hearing back, Mom decided she better go to the emergency room. So off we went.

This time we knew she would stay. She was tired. Worn out. Hurting. Wanting relief. We got to the room and she got settled and finally she got some medicine for relief of her legs hurting. I dozed off and finally she dozed off after several interruptions. I needed to go home to let the dogs out and to get a little sleep.

I returned after several hours and found her sitting by the side of the bed eating supper. THAT is a good sign. Plus she said she felt better than she had in days. I do believe the combination of fluids and the fact she didn't have to get up every 15 minutes to the bathroom gave her much needed rest.

She scooted me home and I was confident enough that she was doing well enough that I could do that.

Last night she told me.... "don't ever get old" - and I said "ok, Mom". Before I knew it, I was then considering the alternative, I might want to GET OLD, but I knew what she meant. She was weary of not feeling good.  Hopefully this afternoon is the start of her recovering from this infection.