On March 19th I got home from work, at around 10:45pm and was really glad to have gotten off early from work. I was really tired and it had been a long night at the movies. I was looking forward to just relaxing at home, and spending some quality time with my bed. I began my usual rounds of turning off the living room lights and checking on my grandmother. I was bringing her a transaction slip from the bank, so that she could see that I made the deposit at the bank for her, when I noticed she wasn’t in bed.
I looked around, and wasn’t certain if i had passed her in the bathroom. Then I realized that she was curled up on the floor by her bed. She began to tell me that she had wanted to go the bathroom, and had fallen off the bed. She was weak and couldn’t move. She could neither sit up or move. I’ve never seen her so weak. Then the sound of her voice struck me. Her speech was slurred, and she kept repeating that she wanted to get up. I kept talking to her, and realized that something was very wrong.
Trying not to panic, I called 119. After they struggled to figure out my address, i waited 20 minutes for an ambulance to arrive. It was now 11:30pm and being almost certain that she had suffered a stroke I tried to get help. I didn’t think waiting was a good idea.
We finally arrived at the hospital at 12:45am and I just lost it. The nurses and doctors were idling and there was no sense of urgence from anyone. I was quickly getting annoyed. The frantic rush began to seem pointless.
She was admitted minutes after 2am, but they didn’t begin treating her until Friday. That’s correct, 2 days later. By that time she wasn’t even able to form words. She just grunted and she could hardly breathe on her own. My grandmother was in the hospital for a week, had a number of tests done, and during that time was treated only for high cholesterol.
She’s been home for a week now, barely sleeps, has trouble swallowing but can finally sit up by herself. With every inch of progress she makes I regret more and more taking her to the hospital. It seemed like she came back worse than when we gave her to them. I understand the delicate nature of the situation but it’s just frustrating to watch. All that money spent to do tests that told us things we already knew. Seeing people that haven’t spoken to her in months/years all of a sudden eager to suggest how we should care for her. Watching my aunt have to sacrifice herself to be here, to care for my grandmother.
Well, at least there are people here, and they’ve remembered in her time of need. She’s making progress, slowly but surely, and although I think more could have been done to help the inevitable brain damage, I’m not a doctor, and I am forever grateful to the people that did help her (in their own ways).