I just got home from work and after packing a bag, I am on my way back to the hospital.
She had a CT scan this morning and we are waiting for the news on that.
I have a habit of Googling everything.
Every drug my MIL is on has been Googled for side effects, drug interactions and proper spelling.
We keep a notebook of every medical procedure that is done, what is given to her and what time.
The doctor removed her feeding bag yesterday because he said it was causing her glucose to spike. I had mentioned to my MIL that one of the anti-nausea steroids she is on has a warning on their drug website about it being dangerous for diabetics (she isn't a diabetic but lately with all of the glucose issues, they have been giving her insulin and feeding her a low sugar diet) but I assume the doctors know what they are doing.
This morning, my SIL called me from the hospital and asked me why I never went to medical school (hmmmm...lack of money, not smart enough, don't like vomit, hate biology) because I was right. The drug was what was making her glucose spike.
So I am a Google doctor.
Also on other occasions, I will look up symptoms and figure out what people have. I was certain i had shingles years ago and after looking up all of my symptoms, I made a doctor appt. and told him what I had. He laughed and told me 30 year olds did not get shingles. I assured him I had them. He looked at my sores, asked my symptoms and inquired if I was under stress (under, over and around) Yep, I had shingles (which suck by the way)
I also have this weird ability to think of someone and they call or I see them. I will think I should call my hubby and as I pick up the phone, he calls or when I am out of town, I will send him mental messages to call and then he does. I will talk about a customer we haven't seen in a while and they will come in that same day for lunch. I can also tell a lot about a person and how they behave in the first few minutes of meeting them. I always sit in on the interviews at work anymore because I can sense if they are going to be a good employee (I have been wrong)
So this proves that I am more than a little odd.