Mama Drama Update

I am home again, I had to come back because Girl is working a 12 hour shift and because I had flown out of here yesterday carrying minimal supplies for the Long Haul, or even the Short Haul. I forgot a lot of useful shit. Tomorrow I will pack with more care. So I am here to re-pack and regroup and sleep in my own bed, and face the battle again tomorrow, refreshed and bathed.

My mother called me a while ago, she was up to go to the bathroom and her knees buckled under her. She'd been flat on her back for a lengthy medical test and then couldn't get up again. Much like the difficulty she has getting out of bed in the morning, though she never had her knees buckle like that before. I'm grateful that this happened where she has help, and there were witnesses to her condition, rather than at home with her calling me from 2 hours away. I do realize that it's insane to say that this is a "good" situation, but compared to others, it's good because it's manageable, and professionals see it and can write it in her chart, vs. self-reporting. I am all mellow and ready to take a shower and get in bed, so I won't tell you how I almost punched out the OR nurse last night. Not the doctors - they were great. But the nurse, who was no spring chicken herself, had a visible attitude toward old people in her ER. She was also the nurse on duty on Sunday when my mother was first admitted, and now I understand how she was sent home. The doctors saved the day yesterday, same nurse, same attitude, and if more reasonable minds hadn't intervened, I'd be in jail for assault right now.

I am going to take a long, hot shower, wash the jeans I'm wearing, and go to sleep very early. Very, very early. By 9, I'm thinking.

What's it like to take a vacation? Not have major worries hanging over your head? I don't remember.