Last Saturday I was supposed to visit my mother at the hospital in Red Deer. I woke up early Saturday morning not feeling all that well. It might have been something I ate the night before. No matter, my sister was going to visit her that day so she would have some company.
Previously I bought a cheap cell phone, a very simple flip phone, added it to my account, and gave it to mom so she could contact people. On my last visit mom was convinced she was being transferred and insisted I take the cell phone back so she would not lose it and I could give it back to her when got settled in to her new spot. She still has not been transferred.
An explanation. She is supposed to go back to Drayton Valley Hospital. The Drayton Valley Hospital is not accepting patients. Red Deer is experiencing a bed shortage. Mom is not an emergency case. She is supposed to go back to Drayton Valley but may be transferred to a hospital that has an available bed. The system works albeit imperfectly.
This being Alberta we just had to experience a snowstorm. My sister got about halfway to Red Deer and called it quits and headed back home. She called the hospital and left word that she would not be able to make it. I certainly did not feel well enough to make the trip, especially in a snowstorm. Mom apparently was upset no one was coming to see her.
Sunday I was marginally better. I pulled myself together. Got in my SUV and drove in the aftermath of a snowstorm. Got to see mom, gave her a bag of mini Kit-Kats and a book and gave her the cell phone back and told her to keep it. If the cell phone gets lost I can buy another one. I am reasonably sure she was happy to see me. Or maybe it was the chocolate she was excited about. It was a short visit. I really was not feeling all that great and apologized for not staying longer. I had not eaten all weekend and when I got home I went to bed.
So why does one drive over an hour in the cold after a snowstorm when you feel like garbage? You do it for your mom.