Just got reminded of the lyrics to the song, Long December by the Counting Crows. Sitting in the ER waiting for news on my mom. She has Crohn's Disease and this afternoon she started vomiting badly and saw the GP. He wrote it off as a spastic colon (her regular GP died of Covid, so we saw the first and best one we could still find an opening with). I phoned every hour to check on her, and the last time I called she was incoherent and sounded really bad. Couldn't get her off the toilet and had to phone an ambulance. They chose the nearest, but not the best hospital. Whole toilet was covered in blood. Now they don't have empty beds due to Covid cases. Sitting here in the waiting area going nuts because I am not getting any feedback. To top it off apparently the medical aid has issues with payments once you've already seen a GP and then hit the ER the same day. He's talking like R25k stuff, but admissions are telling me different. So bloody confused right now and damn I want a stinky sooo bad. Please keep her in your prayers