I arrive at 8 am to the hospital, my mother has waited for me and as soon as she sees me she says ‘oh good, now that your here I can take a shower.’ I am a bit confused, but before I can say anything she props herself up and gets out of bed. At this point the alarm on her bed goes off, sending its musical warning out into the long hospital corridors. Within seconds we are surrounded by a staff of nurses, the head RN belting out orders while simultaneously reprimanding my mom for not calling the nurses to before getting up. In my mothers defense I suggest that they might just want to explain such rules so the patient will know. The head RN tells me she did, 5 minutes before I came.
We spend the entire day filled with the whimsical electronic tunes blaring out into the halls. No matter how many times we explain to my mom that she must call the nurses before getting up, she continues to get up without calling them. By the end of the day I am running to get the nurses every time I see her move – trying to beat the alarm. As I leave the hospital, I wonder how many times the bed alarm must have gone off through out the day and I feel an enormous amount of respect and admiration towards the nurses and the job they do. I realize that it is going to be a slow journey to recovery.