12 hrs later a complete 180. They put the treach tube in and within 15 minutes she came around. Fucking idiot doctor did not have her on any kind of assisted breathing. The chest infection was not allowing her to get good respiration and her lungs were filling up with CO2 hence she was getting no oxygen to her blood. She actually stopped breathing this morning for about two minutes. Then they put a fucking C-pap machine on and that helped minimally. When the doctor came in this morning about fucking 8:30 he had the balls to say, and I qoute "This is not the same lady I left last night." Well no shit dickhead! I don't need your shitty attempts at humor right now just fix the fucking problem. He suggested putting in the breathing tube. Nice call shit for brains. Why didn't you try that about 2:00 this morning when she could not breath on her own instead of a fucking sleep apnia machine! I wanted to throttle the fucker. After they inserted the treach and started giving her O2 everything turned around. She became cognisant and recognized people and would answer questions with head shakes or nods. Thanks to doctor dipshit she had to have an MRI brain scan done to make sure that she did not damage her brain from lack of oxygen. We will not get those results until tomorrow but from the way she was responding to us I don't think she has any long term affects.
Thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts and prayers today they were answered. This morning I thought I was going to have to watch my mom die. But thanks to the skilled nurses and everyone's prayers she is not out of the forest yet, but a least we escaped the big bad wolf today!
And to Erica, you got the best expression from my mom. My sister said something to the effect that she bets that mom has a coast to coast prayer chain going and I told her "Oh I guaranty she does. She has a full blooded jewish lady in Sheepshead Bay praying for her so God had to listen." She almost spit out the tube. The smile on her face was a mile wide.
Again my sincerest thank yous to every one. I will advise of events as they occur.
Update 11:20 cdt: Dr. Dipshit is officially off the case. I just got back from the hospital and she is sleeping like a baby. We have our work cut out for us but things seem to be turning around. I am on a 20 hour no sleep bender. Again thank you all. My mom is a fighter, she has battled this demon before and won. The only difference this time is she is 57 and has been fighting Multiple Sclerosis for over 27 years. She has a strong will to live and an unwavering faith in God. Isaiah 40:31 is what that she puts faith in.
But those who wait upon the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint
She WILL pull through.
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I can't tell you how happy I am to hear this, and please know that in my heart I am shattering the jaw of that dumbfuck spastic doctor with a pair of brass Gottdamned knuckles for his almost irrevocable screw up. Dumbshit.
Hey! I know you don't need his shitty attemps at humor right now, but howabout mine? Just because what you said reminded me of an old joke, which I'm gonna copy & paste (I found it on a website somewhere):
The Chief Rabbi of Israel and the Pope are in a meeting in Rome. The Rabbi notices a fancy red phone on a side table in the Pope’s private chambers. “What is that phone for?” he asks the pontiff.
“It’s my direct line to God.” The Rabbi is skeptical, and the Pope notices. The Holy Father insists the Rabbi try it out, and, indeed, he is connected to God. The Rabbi holds a lengthy discussion with God on the Pope’s fancy red phone.
After hanging up the Rabbi says, “Thank you very much. This is great! But listen, I want to pay for my phone charges.” The Pope, of course, refuses, but the Rabbi is steadfast and finally, the pontiff gives in.
He checks the counter on the phone and says, “All right! The charges were 100,000 Lira” ($56). The Chief Rabbi gladly hands over the payment.
A few months later, the Pope is in Jerusalem on an official visit. In the Chief Rabbi’s chambers, he sees a red phone identical to his and learns it is also is a direct line to God. The Pope remembers he has an urgent matter that requires divine consultation and asks if he can use the Rabbi’s phone. The Rabbi gladly agrees, hands him the phone, and the Pope chats away.
After hanging up, the Pope offers to pay for the phone charges. Of course, the Chief Rabbi refuses to accept payment. After the Pope insists, the Rabbi relents and looks on the phone counter. “A shekel 50 ($0.42),” the Rabbi says.
The Pope looks surprised, “Why so cheap?”
The Rabbi smiles, “Local call.”
Good news kerrcarto! As much as I'm not going to like it, I guess I'm gonna have to get drunk tonight in celebration.
Give your mom a big hug and kiss from me. I'll be going out and dancing a jig (okay, maybe a waltz or a foxtrot) on her behalf.
kerrcarto - With you and family in thoughts and prayers.
Erica - Ever since I read Chaim Potok, years ago, I wanted to be a Jewish boy and study the Talmud. Now I know why...Just plain tired of talking to God long-distance, all my long life.
Excellent news!
Right on, dude. Let's keep her here!
Wow, Kerrcarto! I'll bet you are exhausted! I'm sorry for the bad luck with the doctor and glad to hear things have turned a better direction. Hang in there!
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