Mom is back home now. I went yesterday evening to pick her up from the hospital. My brother has also arrived from Pune yesterday to see Mom.
She is doing well now. Her breathing is better, her blood pressure is normal and she's a bit better.
She needs rest.
Being in the hospital with her for the last few days made me think about all the times I was in the hospital.
I too have asthama and I have been admitted to the hospital a few times because it was difficult for me to breathe.
When I was a kid I would be sick very often and kind of got used to getting pricked with needles and blood being drawn every now and then.
I'll write about it in my next post.