Mama died

The hospital called. Mama isn't expected to last the night.

Please pray

Waiting Room Etiquette

So today, I'm changing Spunketta in the hospital waiting room. (They call it the solarium. I don't know why.)

It's a little space with chairs and couches just off the elevators, and away from the patient rooms.

Anyway, I'm watching the TV (because there has to be a TV, right?) out of the corner of my eye as I am changing the squirming Spunketta, (and I am RIGHT in front of the TV, okay?).

And this fella walks out from the patient area, talking on his cell phone. And without hesitation, he steps in front of me and turns off the TV. Which I was watching. (An infomercial for a Dean Martin something).

And I'm thinking WHAT A JERK and I gear up to say something (don't piss off a gal with a dirty diaper) but then I think -- he might be in pain. Losing someone. Like I am.

SO I don't say anything.

But he's still a jerk

Man, I Hate This Day

September 11, 2001 - September 11, 2008

My First Family Photo: Mama and Spunketta

"It Happens All The Time"

"It happens all the time," says the medical malpractice lawyer. (At a time that isn't now, I will go into how we backed into a lawyer. it wasn't on purpose).

But apparently, this kind of negligence is "common." Even happened to the lawyer -- his doctor wasn't thorough, so the lawyer nearly died of a detectable, treatable cancer.

Any IFer knows to be aggressive with her doctor.

But now I realize that we all should be equally distrustful, aggressive with every doctor for every member of our families.

And i long for the days when i could trust the white coats.