At the foot of the Ngong Hills

My mom is in the hospital. She was rushed there on Saturday night by ambulance after apparently aspirating something, maybe her dinner.

It's been a hard couple of days for her. She's on a ventilator right now in the intensive care. In a couple of days she may be weaned off the ventilator if she continues to improve. She is on antibiotics for pneumonia, too.

She was more alert today. I saw her and she recognized me. I am grateful for that. They don't let you stay long in the intensive care. They are pretty strict about everything in there. I hope she gets out of there fast! But I'm happy that she seems to be improving and her fever is down. She wanted something but couldn't communicate it to me. That made me so sad.

But I tried to tell her a funny story while I was in there for the ten or so minutes. When she was brought in to the ER on Saturday night, I met my dad there minutes later and while we were sitting in triage, a patient came in from a wedding. She was apparently a bridesmaid. She broke her foot or something. But everyone who came in after her was in their fancy wedding clothes. I told my mom that I felt underdressed sitting in the ER! She seemed to like the story, even though she was having an echocardiogram and such while I was in there. The nurses laughed. It was a tiny bit of levity in an awful few days.