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Part 12:

Why the court case against my mother and I didn’t end sooner I have no idea, since technically speaking the issue that had created the eviction threat against us had been resolved Friday, May 19th of 2006, and when the representative inspectors came from the landlord on May 31st they clearly could see, they just plain didn’t have a case against us. My theory of course, was that the landlord’s lawyer wanted to drag it out as long as possible to get more money out of the case. In fact, in my mind the case should have been dismissed with the next court appearance on June 25th, but it wasn’t. It was to continue until October 19th.

I was by no means idle for the remainder of this time…I kept up my daily cleaning routine to make sure the apartment was odor free, getting rid of things. The best was when on a hot, very steamy, humid August 1st I was able to get rid of the old bureau and dressers drawer furniture. A tenant who had recently moved out had left a lot of furniture behind and it was like a free for all for whomever wanted to grab some of the furniture. I opted for a deep mahogany wooden tall dresser drawer which very conveniently was roomy enough to place the contents in from the bureau and dresser I wanted to get rid of, plus the fact, that I just plain got rid of a lot of stuff from both pieces of furniture I no longer needed.

The next court date was held Thursday, August 10th. By this time my mother’s health, both mental and physical was rapidly deteriorating, and I suspected she had a bout of pneumonia, but since she hadn’t gotten a note from a doctor to excuse her presence from court, she had to go, it was either that, or by default the landlord would have automatically won the case. The next day though, I had made up my mind that I was going to get my mother to a hospital. I went out to do some errands, but when I came back I did a 911 call for an ambulence. My mother wasn’t thrilled with this and was resisting the idea of going and even said she would walk to the ER room of the hospital. I looked at her as though she were nuts, as she could barely walk period, being so weakened. When the paramedics came and examined her I did mention that I suspected my mother had pneumonia, and the one paramedic said he could hear “crackling” in her lungs. So off we went to the ER and began the long wait to get my mother the medical attention she needed.

Since I had been through this so many times, that is my mother having been in and out of the hospital since June of 2005, I knew the wait for my mother to be officially admitted would take hours and hours, perhaps not until the wee small hours of the morning. Realizing this, I opted to go home, and told my mother I’d be visiting her the next day. Like I said, my mother’s trips to the hospital became such routine I just thought things would be no different from the many times before that my mother had been admitted to the hospital. I was wrong.

Whenever my mother had been previously hospitalized it was always a room on the sixth floor, which was for the most part, sort of the geriatric ward, that is most patients were older people. After I had my breakfast and got dressed I called the hospital to get my mother’s room number and was told A-4-1, meaning the fourth floor. Already this didn’t sound right and I sure wasn’t prepared for what I walked into went I went into that room. Quite literally the first words to spring out from me were “What the hell happened?” Just the day before, and all through the time I was with my mother in the ER she had been conscious and talking. Now here she was in a medicated type coma hooked up to respirators and other life-support machines. Like I said, what the hell happened? Her pneumonia hadn’t been that bad and I just can’t help thinking that while she was in the ER just the day and night before, that they must have given her a combo of medications that triggered everything off and made her health spiral down worse than before.

I’ll continue with this story tomorrow to relate what happened next.

©2009~Melanie Neer aka pyewacket

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