As you know, last Sunday we were in the emergency room at Mercy West Lakes. Then it was to the family doctor on Wednesday and on Thursday it was back to the hospital where they admitted Mom.
She's been complaining of severe back pain and some other stuff. Following three visits to the medical community they decided to dig in and see what's going on.
Now, a week later she is feeling better but still no direct cause. However this time has not been without it's moments.
Friday the folks from physical therapy came in to visit with her:
Hello June, we are from Physical Therapy and here to evaluate you.
"Oh oh, I've been through this before. You're the people who throw me around like a rag doll."
Oh no we will be careful.
"You better be. Say, where are you from?"
Where do you think?
"India!"
That is correct.
"I knew it. I really like you people. Your medical staff are smart and caring and I've had some experience with Indian physicians."
(I was glad that didn't go some place else...)
And this:
Mom, can I bring you anything?
"Yes, I need some make-up."
But you are in the hospital. Most folks don't much care what they look like when they are trying to get better.
"That's the problem and I'm not 'most folks'. Looking better makes me feel better."
And if that's all it takes...I'm in.
And so it goes....
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