Thank you all so much for you support. It means a lot to me.

Yesterday they moved my mom from the heart unit to the medical unit, now she is waiting for a bed on the physical therapy unit.

It seems they cancelled the MRI, I am livid. I found that out on the phone after they had moved her. I saw her when she was still on the heart unit. They do believe it was a stroke, just from the cat scan and the other tests, plus they got her heart to stop fibbing with a med.

She can talk and hasn't lost any body movements as far as they know, I guess they will know more when they get her on the physical therapy unit.

They stopped the Adivan because it was making her worse sending her to neverland talking crazy, so she is very coherant and frustrated. I told the nurse she takes Xanax 3x a day, so she was going to get in touch with the Dr.

The move in floors has my mom upset and just wants out at this point, but knows she isn't physically able yet.

I have been bringing her yogart (thanks Bizi) the fear of c-diff is still in me.
I don't dare mention it to my mom.

I did get to talk to her neurologist yesterday. He wasn't even aware of her Parkinsonion symptons. DUH I told that hospital EVERYTHING. He said it was stroke and there isn't anything else they can do, they have her on all the medications to keep her stable and prevent another stroke. YA Think........I WANT AN MRI dammit.

Too many cooks, I say. I am going to find out exactly why the DR cancelled the MRI. Yet, I need to catch him and talk to him.

Dirk and I are okay, yet it is putting a strain on our relationship, but that is my fault, my moods are not good and swinging.

I don't know much more. Be back later, going to the hospital this morning. I plan on getting a complete DIAGNOSIS, yet how can they tell me the extent of the stroke when they aren't doing an MRI......grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Yesterday, I need a nap, but couldn't sleep, my mind wouldn't let me, I ended up just crying, which was somewhat of a good release, then took klonapin and finally drifted off for a few hours after I got home from the hospital.

Woke up to a call from my mom saying Where have you been? HUH, I was there on Sat. she slept a lot. Then she wanted to know what was going on. I told her what I knew, which is confusing enough. She is a fighter, she knows now what the hell has been going on. She isn't a happy camper, and I don't blame her.

Love you all, thanks again, Nikko