I was just wondering, if you have any extra energy, if you could send some good thoughts in Betty's direction.
Jordan got sick two weeks ago, and sicker and sicker, and it turned into a double ear infection and conjunctivitis. (I love his day care, but he's been sick since he started part-time in August. And the pediatrician said to just expect a year of sick.)
And then Betty got sick. And sicker and sicker. And sicker and more frail and feeble.
Until she called me yesterday, as I was almost home, to say that she was going to call an ambulance and go to the ER.
Betty is not an alarmist.
I asked if she wanted me to go with her, and she said no, there was no reason to come and sit in the waiting room. And so I didn't.
I know this is not about me, but I just couldn't do it. I've sat in so many ER waiting rooms. Or rather, I've spent so many hours, so many times, in the waiting room mostly at INOVA Fairfax. I no longer get all clenchy in my stomach when I hear and see an ambulance, but I just didn't feel like I could be pregnant again, sitting in a hospital waiting room. And I'm so tired.
So I didn't go. And I felt like a horrible daughter.
Our dear friend Pat joined my mom there, and she called last night to say they didn't know if it was pneumonia, but were treating it as such and had her on IV antibiotics. And a nebulizer to open up her lungs.
So Betty spent the night at GW hospital. She just called, and she already sounds a lot better. It's bronchitis rather than pneumonia, thank God.
Oh, yeah, and conjunctivitis.