As some of you know, my mother has been ill since the beginning of June. Recently, at her doctor’s office, she gave us all a huge scare. She fell on her way out the door to the house and scraped her knees and face on the bricks (even though my dad had his hand on her arm and tried to catch her). When they got to the doctor’s office, she staggered into the door and they put her in a wheelchair. Dad went to the restroom to wet a cloth to tend to her knees and her face. When he got back to her, she was lolled back in the chair and had no pulse. He could see she had a heartbeat, but she had no pulse. He said she looked dead.
He called the nurse over and they got the two doctors who then called 911. She was transported to the hospital. Her blood pressure was 80 over 50. By the time I got there, she was better because they gave her something in the ambulance to make her more alert. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. She still has zero memory from the moment she arrived at the doctor’s office to about an hour after she got to the hospital. It was very scary. She was tested for all kinds of issues and all they found was shingles. I never knew shingles could cause that kind of craziness with blood pressure. She had been in a lot of pain since the Friday before that when dad took her to ER but man, it’s frightening to think about how close she came to dying that day.
Fast forward three weeks and she’s so much better that when she went to the doctor on this past Friday that they almost had a party they were so glad to see her up and about and not half dead. I’m grateful she’s still around.