The ambulance arrives. They ask if I want to come in. I'm bawling my eyes out and say, very out of breath, "Why wouldn't I?!" I jump in while they load her up. They hook her up to a machine that checks her pulse. It's very slow. She is barely breathing, so they have to put a mask on her that gives her oxygen.
Her pulse starts to strengthen after we've gotten to the hospital and they gave her pain medication. They immediately get fluids in the IV they had to start. She's starting to wake up.
She groans saying "It's a knife. Oh my gosh! It's slicing in my side!" And she starts screaming. I jab the call button with my finger a million times before a comes in five seconds later. I tell them what happened and they start asking her questions about where it hurts and what number from one to ten, ten being the worse pain she has ever felt in her life, what would she choose? She screams, "A million!!!!" And points to the right side of the lower part of her stomach. The nurse runs out and gets the doctor.
"We need a ultrasound before we can say a diagnosis." The doctor says to my mom. I chip in and say "Aren't those only for pregnant people?" They reply "That is a common misconception, but no it isn't only for pregnant women. We use it for lots of different things. It just depends on what the problem is."
They have a ultrasound technician come in. She squirts a clear bluish colored gel on her. There is s screen on her equipment that shows her Jackie's insides. My mother's face drops. I can tell by the tension in the room something is wrong. Very wrong.
