She has always "ruled the roost" in our family and we have always known we had to take her seriously when she spoke. If not, you better believe we heard about it LOL.
Fast forward to this morning...Larry called to let mom know that he would be coming up to the hospital today. When the telephone operator answered, she had no record of any Helen Tollison ever being there. She transferred him to the emergency room and again no Helen Tollison was there. He informed them that he had left her there the previous evening and to check again....making sure that they had the correct spelling. He said, "This is her son, Larry Tollison and she is my mom, Helen Tollison...T-O-L-L-I-S-O-N." And if you know my brother, you know that he is getting pretty irritated at this moment, besides being concerned as to what the heck has happened to his mom. He even made the statement to them, "I was in this hospital with a gunshot wound 45 years ago, and now I know why I have never used it since." (they lose people)
Finally after using a few choice words, Larry got the information that he needed from the person on the other end of the phone. They had transferred mom by ambulance to St Francis Hospital in Cape Girardeau, MO. They did this without letting anyone from her family know. They had my number and they had Larry's number, but didn't call either one of us. The way we found out was Larry calling the hospital and causing his blood pressure to rise in the process. Why in the world wouldn't they call?
Larry called the Nursing Home and discovered that the hospital had called them, but then again....no call to the family. He straighted that out with them, helping them understand that we need to know when plans change for our mom...regardless of the time of day or night that it happens.
These are the "Tollison" moments that our family eventually laugh about. This will surely be one that we will share..."Hey...remember the time when the hospital lost mom? (imagine the Chris Farley skit on Saturday Night Live) that WASN'T awesome!"