A Night In the Emergency Room

imageEmergency rooms at 3:00 a.m. are  interesting places.  As I sit here with my mother, I’m in the perfect spot to observe. Mom is quiet and stable, thank you so much Lord.  We came because she had a shooting pain in her head and dizziness.  All this after my dad was discharged from the hospital earlier this week.  Mom, being the caregiver, was so concerned to have to wake us and for me to bring her here.  My husband is at home with dad.   In a short time, as the minutes have turned into a couple of hours now, I’ll have to perhaps leave her here to run back to their house, collect my dad and get him to his post op appointment.  Mom worries about such inconveniences as this for me. How can I assure her that I’m just grateful I am here?

We’ve seen a lab tech, a tech who ran the CAT scan (ruling out stroke or bleeding of which there was none), a nurse who has cheerfully attended to everything from bathroom locations to warm blankets, the ER physician, and a tech to run an IV setup for fluids.  The diagnosis?  Unsure but possibly a sinus condition causing equilibrium issues.  Oh Lord, you are so kind and caring!

All these people have been smiling and kind and done their various jobs quickly and professionally.  I am so grateful for folks who turn their lives upside down in order to man emergency rooms in the middle of the night when I need them.  Mom is resting for a few minutes now, the intensity of earlier moments waning.  I’m not so sure my dad is as relaxed yet but he will be as soon as we get home and he sees his bride of 67 years again, safe and sound.

This has been a good week with my parents.  To be here with them, especially during times of stress, has been a bit tense but, at the same time gratifying, knowing I’ve been here to help them ease the issues.  Do I like it they have to be in distress right now?  Of course not.  However, being here is loads better than sitting at home, 500 miles away and hearing about such dramas secondhand.

This is is a hard time for all of us.  My parents have been, thankfully, fiercely independent for 89 and 88 years.  We’ve lived away from them for almost 40 years and so our lives are equally independent.  I suspect we’re going to have to learn to be more dependent on each other now.  At any rate, God has been good to us all.

We are home again.  The emergency room has been left behind, everyone is breathing easier again.  The sun is up and the birds are singing.  It’s another new day Lord and I thank you for helping us through a trying night.  Lord, you are so faithful to us.  Now off to the doctor visit with dad.  Thanks Lord for all your provisions!

14 thoughts on “A Night In the Emergency Room

  1. My Dear Linda! Praying for you and your family now. Praying your vessel remains flexible and buoyant as you sail down this river with these, who you love so much, to it’s conclusion. God bless you and your parents, my dear dear friend.

  2. Thanks for sharing. We were close to landing in a similar scenario last night when hubby returned from a 17 hour journey with some breathing difficulties. Thankfully, he did not need emergency care, but will see a doctor on Monday.

  3. Thank you for that amazing, insightful and even entertaining blog. I so appreciate you keeping us updated and allow us to pray with you and rejoice with you. Keeping you all in our prayers for upcoming decisions.

  4. The Lord blesses us in many ways and we just have to open our eyes to see these wonderful blessings. Glad you were there for your mom and dad. They are glad too, even if they don’t want to be a bother.

    Had a my share of blessings yesterday too that otherwise could have been perceived as a bad day:
    – Took my daughter to work yesterday and for the most part the day went well. But as we were leaving to head home she said she wasn’t feeling well. Usually I would have had her chocolate milk ready after her nap for the ride home, but yesterday I forgot to bring it. Lo and behold, by the time we got to the train she threw up! It wasn’t too bad since her prior meal was a sandwich. Had she had that chocolate milk it would have been super messy and I imagine harder to clean up. So forgetting the chocolate milk was actually a blessing.
    – Also, when we arrived at the train station, the platform was packed. Apparently there was a delay due to a prior incident at the height of rush hour and the arriving train was packed like sardines — we couldn’t get in. We had to wait for 2 trains to go by before we could get on. That was the second blessing, for had we gotten on that first train that’s where she would have thrown up — in the middle of a packed train! That would have been awful!
    – Then blessing 3 came when the train we were on went express, bypassing the other trains ahead along the express track. We got home in record time with no further incidents, at least not until we got home.

    In all, it was quite a hassle to deal with a sick child while in transit but I saw the blessings amid the chaos and was super thankful to the Lord for HIS kindness and mercy.

    Keeping you and your family in my prayers for a speedy recovery and to keep close and be there for each other. Blessing to you all!

  5. A, I am honored to call you my sister. I pray your path will be one of astounding new insights and joy. He loves you, crazy loves you and even all you are experiencing IS going to be turned to good. Just hang in there…better days are coming. I am praying for you…

    Lord will you please show my friend, A, you are near in the next couple of days? Lord I know you have her very best interests in your heart and mind and I ask that you show her the wondrous path you have her on now. All is not lost…it is only beginning. I pray you show her a vision or dream. This is the year of breakthrough Lord, and I boldly request, on A’s behalf, that you help her realize her breakthrough.

    Love and much hope A.

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