Mumma is back in hospital. Her blood oxygen levels were low when she saw her doctor this morning and so they wanted her to go back into hospital for more checks and tests.
She still has pneumonia, she feels alright, she wants to be back home but she feels okay - tired and a bit fed up with it all but okay. Will know more tomorrow! They did think it was a blood clot in her lung but x-rays and CT scans have proven that that is not the case.
Nan and gramps are going to see her tomorrow (she’s banned me from the hospital, she’s insisting Chris and I go look for moving out stuff considering that she’s doing a lot better than on her previous two visits).
Hopefully she wont have to stay too long and hopefully this will be the last time she has to be admitted due to this infection.
Person On Tumblr:Nobody ever fakes illnesses and also self-diagnosis is perfectly safe and fine always and never hurts anyone uwu
My Mom:I get several patients a week who self diagnosed with shit they don't have and then fake symptoms and then get pissy when I say that they are healthy and don't need treatment. And then they find one shmuck who appeases them and then they sue because one doctor out of twenty agreed with their bullshit. And it's so bad that I have considered quitting. Many of the other doctors at our hospital /have/ quit. This is one of the absolute worst things you can do to a doctor as well as being pretentious and obnoxious as shit.
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