After Easter- Sanity

Someone who has a clue has actually looked at my mothers X-Ray and they call her immediately and tell her to go to the hospital by 8:00pm and get admitted. She gets hooked up to an intravenous anti-diuretic and things start to improve w.r.t. her symptoms.

Alas the night does not go well, since they want to move here into another ward. In the early hours she hears two orderlies discussing which one they should move first “her or the dead one. Ok dead one first.”
Not good! My mother being in hospital is a big deal. She has never been alone from he life partner since I was born, and her hospital experience then, being English in a Scottish hospital in the early 60’s, was way bad.