Saturday, May 9, 2009

Where Is My car......

Yesterday I had placed a circle on my calendar blocking out the day so I could spend it with my mom at the hospital. She had been scheduled for a procedure called coronary angiography. Once she was settled in and prepped with all the needed lab work, she kept telling me to go home, go away, or go get something to eat. It was going to be a long day and she was being my mom; always concerned that I am multi-tasking too much and spread too thin. I wouldn't budge though as I am a firm believer of being an advocate for the patient during a hospital stay.

I used to work in a medical surgical unit so I know that whatever a family member can do to help can go a long way in making a stay complication free. The person laying in that bed can feel so vulnerable. Having a second set of ears to hear what the doctor said, ask questions, make giggles, and at times be a silent encourager is invaluable. Plus as well intentioned as all the efficiency can be, with so many staff and procedures at a hospital, sometimes mistakes can happen that are easily avoidable if there is an extra someone watching.

Case in point: after an angiogram procedure, the patient is to lay flat for 4 hours. This is because the catheter camera is placed in the femoral artery. It takes 4 hours afterwards to make sure that the entrance site is stable and not going to re-open.
My mom's procedure was done late in the afternoon and when the ICVR closed for the evening she still had a couple of hours before she could get up so they moved her to a general stay room in the hospital. The CNA that was getting her vitals for that unit wanted her to get out of bed and stand on a weight scale. Oh my goodness! I dreamed about that all night long last night. What would have happened if I had not have been there to say, "No she hasn't even sat up yet. We have to keep that artery stable and immobile for 2 more hours."

Mom's angiogram went well and showed there was no new blockage at all. We are so grateful. This was her 5th angiogram since her heart attack in 2004 so we all felt pretty versed in what would happen. Strangely though, this time around we all seemed to feel more nervous than in the past.

While I was sitting in the waiting room, I visited with a man that was trying to pass the time just like me. During our conversation he mentioned meeting a woman outside the hospital that had lost her car. Try as she might, she could not remember where she parked. He thought it was rather odd and ridiculous. I said, "Oh poor thing. She must be so stressed to not remember."
He replied with, "Sure but who forgets that? Surely walking around would trigger some sort of memory for her. How in the world does a person forget where they parked their car?"

Later that evening (10pm to be exact) after Mom had proven to me that she could get out of bed just fine and would be going home soon, I relented that it was time for me to go home. I said my goodbyes and headed for the parking structure tunnel. I had taken the stairs out of the parking structure that morning but knew that the breezeway and elevator were on that same side so it couldn't hurt to take the path more lit.

I got up to level C West and headed towards where I parked my car but nothing looked familiar. I walked back and forth but didn't see my car at all. I mumbled to myself about getting turned around and being so foolish. Then I reasoned that the stairs were close by and if I go back and take the stairs then things will be familiar and I would remember.

Yeah that didn't work either. I stood there in the desolate parking structure at 10pm at night pacing and listening to that man's voice in my head saying, "How ridiculous that someone would not remember where they parked."

A hospital employee came by and recognized the look in my eyes and offered assistance. He took me over to the security phone and said, "Hey Charlie. I am over in C West with a 10-5. Yeah her name is Julie. Okay I will tell her." Then he turned to me and said, "Security will be here in a minute to drive you around and help you find your car. That way you are not alone."

I had to laugh. It actually happens so often that Security has a code name for it.
Security did come and once we went around the first corner.....there was my car. It took longer for him to get me than it did for us to find my car. I felt so foolish. I thanked him and got to my car as quickly as I could before the silly tears came.
I guess after 11 hours of appointing myself strong for everyone else.......I was a bit tired and more wound up than I realized.


  1. It is so easy to lose a car in a huge carpark!!! And with the stress of medical concerns for your Mom, it is no wonder!!! Wonder what my excuse is? I seem to forget where I park all the time...LOL! Hope your Mom will recover quickly from the procedure...what a way to spend a Mother's Day weekend! My prayers are with you all! And my heart is with you too! ~Janine XO

  2. My dad owned a used car lot when I was growing up. We might drive a different car every day. One day my Mom came out of the mall and couldn't remember where she had parked. That wouldn't have been so bad, but she couldn't remember what car she was driving.

    An Arkies Musings

  3. Jules glad your mother is better.The times i've lost my car in the carpark because it all looks the same and don,t take any notice when walking away from the car on what level i,ve parked an open air car park every part looks the same. or is it old age with me??? for mothers day,"How often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings." (Matthew 23:37) have a peaceful week.Amen.

  4. Good news about your mum, hooray!

    This wednesday I am seeing my doc about maybe having another exray on my hips and I am going to ask him for a certificate to say I should be entitled to Disabled parking. Now I probably won't get it because I can walk unaided for 200 yards [painfully] and that would be a blow because it is the only way I can get to park my car where I will REMEMBER it. Wish me luck.

  5. Happy Mother's Day Jules! Hope you had a wonderful day ... :)

  6. Glad for the positive test results!

    I can see how someone could lose their car, I wonder, if that man, having made that comment, could find his car that evening? hehehe I am sure he will have to eat those words one day - lol

  7. Janine...thank you for your encouragement. It really was a wonderful weekend. We spent Mother's Day up at the house with Mom after church and had lots of laughs.
    the car, it reminded me of when we were stationed in Okinawa. Almost all cars are white sedans over there so it was always hard to walk out of the commissary and try to remember which one I drove.

    Richies...I have often wondered about that. I know when someone has a car lot they tend to drive what is there. While the change would be fun, I think I would go nuts trying to remember what I drove that day. That is funny.

    Alan...I don't thin kit is old age or you. I think we just get too busy thinking of other things.

    Moannie....I hope your appointment goes well. Surely the doctor will take note that it would be of huge comfort to you to not have to struggle quite as much.

    Jailer...thank you so much for your blessings and smiles here.

    Lailani...I imagine sooner or later it will happen to him too. I think everyone deals with it eventually. Smiles to you today.


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