Proof The Bible Is True

My mom, nearly 80 years old, fell and suffered an injury. After several days in the hospital, she moved to a rehab center to begin a long recovery. As a registered nurse, I couldn’t help myself from closely observing everything the nurses did. Questioning them on every little detail. I didn’t want to get in their way, but who could look out for her better than I could?

 

The day after Mom moved into the center, I came to check on her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. Good, she’s sleeping, I thought. Mom had been in so much pain that she had trouble getting any rest.

 

Then I looked at the monitor. Her respiratory rate: a steady 12. Safe… for normal people. But Mom had a chronic lung disease. That breathing is too slow, I thought. Too slow to be combined with the sedative drip Mom was receiving.

 

The resident nurse dismissed my concerns. If she knew my mom’s history…I had to get in touch with Mom’s lung doctor. I picked up the bedside phone and dialed.

 

“You’re calling from the bedside phone?” the receptionist said, sounding surprised. Yes, I know, I should have gone through the proper channels…She summoned the doctor.

 

“The bedside phone?” he questioned me. “In your mom’s room?”

 

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