And It Just Keeps Coming

Monday, May 3, 2010 at 4:46 PM

4:46PM

Monday, May 3, 2010 at 4:46PM | by

Mom's bad day is a blood clot on her lung. Not unexpected, but, well, hell.

I walked with her bed down to the CT.

She was a little groggy.

But she had enough wit to see the guy transporting her bed, a long-haired slender young guy named Scott.

She pointed at him and whispered something.

I bent down and heard her croak through her throat tube as she pointed over her shoulder at Scott: "Legolas."

Now she's back in bed, holding to her pain-button.

I can hear her breathing.

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