On Tuesday I almost posted about how much fun I was having spending the morning at the hospital with my mother having a bad reaction to the pain meds until the school called about a sick child. Then, I hysterically shrieked at a nurse about pain medications (“Stop using this and try something different. Now!”) […]
My mother won’t wear a dress or jumper like the physical therapists, the nurses and I have all suggested. “I can’t wear a dress for physical therapy.” She wants me to find pants that fit over her bulky leg brace. Since she has to make alterations to all of her pants without the addition of […]
Just posting a few quick pictures before I go back to the hospital.
I am soooo tired. This has got to be one of the worst days of my mother’s life. Even on morphine, she’s in terrible pain. I asked a wise looking nurse if it would be better after the first 24 hours and she grimaced and said, “Day three is the worst.” Tomorrow they remove the […]
conversation with my father – Dad: “You WILL be taking care of your mother for the next 2 months won’t you? Can I count on you or do I need to hire a nurse?” Me: “Dad, I don’t think she is going to require that level of care.” Dad: “Can I count on you or […]
“What are you going to talk about after your knee replacement Mom?” “Umm, my physical therapy?” “Then you’d better have a great looking therapist to talk about.”
I have a few (shut-up Doug) self-esteem issues. I’ve joked before that we don’t go to parties because I’d be hiding under tables while Doug used tools to make sure the tables were aligned correctly. Yesterday at Target, Amy decided to exhibit her less-than-charming ability to throw a huge tantrum. My father tried to end […]
I started the day out by going to the completely wrong hospital and informing my parents that I would need to speak directly with their doctors from now on. “Oh, did I say Fort Sanders? I meant Fort Sanders Park West.” I still arrived at the hospital before the sun was up, before my mother […]
I will be spending most of tomorrow at the hospital with my mother because my father is a liar. No, that sounds wrong. My father is a good person who hears the voice of Charlie Brown’s teacher whenever doctors talk. “Mwa-mwa-mwa-mwa-mwa.” My father doesn’t lie. He glosses over the truth. According to my father, whenever […]
The older relatives in our family (I am NOT one of the older relatives thank you) like to play a game called “holiday in the hospital”. No holiday is too minor to be excluded from this fun, fun game. Labor day weekend is coming up, so my mother is going in for what Southerners like […]