Mark and I had looked forward to four days at the lake (just the two of us). We were going on Friday but, after they kept talking about the weather being bad (and it was raining like crazy then), we decided we'd wait and see what happened, then go on Saturday -- which we did. Unfortunately, there is something wrong with the plumbing (won't go into detail but it's on a septic tank, etc.), so we had to come home later that day (we had a pretty good day, otherwise, after I worked through the disappointment!). Only a short while before we were going to head back to Augusta, we got a call from Wendy (one of the caregivers who was working that day) saying that Mama had been sleeping and they couldn't wake her up -- she had also made a very "weird noise" and Frances couldn't find a pulse. So, Wendy appropriately called 911 and they told her (over the phone) to get Mama on the floor, which they did -- but, in the process, Mama's knees hit the floor or something, and that woke up her. The EMTs got there and all of her vital signs were good but they thought she needed to go to the ER -- which she didn't want to do and was refusing. By this time, we are on the phone with Wendy, the EMTs, then Mama and she was told to go to the ER. We arrived home about an hour later, dropped the dogs off, then headed to the ER. Mama was alert -- and all of her lab work came by okay. We really have no idea what was going on -- if she was sleeping so soundly that yelling, shaking and even Frances attempting CPR didn't wake her up, then that is some major sleeping -- it's not likely but we don't know what happened. She stayed overnight in the hospital and we got her home around noon today. That had never happened before so all we can really do is, well, nothing. If may happen again or it may not. At any rate, tomorrow is Mark's birthday and I'm hoping, after a rather disappointing weekend, that we can do something fun tomorrow.
That was the third time we've been in the ER in the last six weeks -- Mark, went with a neighbor and now Mama.