Coming Home?
The doctors gave us the news today that it might be possible for my mom to go home by the 21st. This is good news, as we'd like her home before Thanksgiving. Frankly, it would really suck to spend Thanksgiving here in the hotel room and long term care facility.
Perhaps I've become a little tired, because one of the first things I thought of when the doctor said "3 or 4 days"... was that it was just about time for my mom to come down with another setback. See, things have been going that way. She gets over one problem, and another pops up. She's gotten over the shingles (or is through the worst of it), and has a bladder infection.. which is getting taken care of... and now? What next? I shudder to think.
I guess, if I have to, I can go shopping for a good sale on a turkey roaster or maybe a big toaster oven. It doesn't have to be a turkey, but I can cook some sort of bird, maybe a couple of Cornish Game hens.
I couldn't have made it here without my wheelchair. See, when I get tired, it's even harder to walk even short distances. Today, it was hard just walking in the hotel room from the bed to the bathroom. Standing to pack my bag on the back of the chair had my lower back in spasms. No fun.
There has been one drawback. I'm getting callus'. I hate getting a callus. It never lasts and when it sloughs off, it leaves very tender skin underneath. And yes, I do have some gloves. I have three pairs of gloves. They look like this:
The only problem with the three pairs of gloves is that I seem to have lost the left hand of all. three. pairs.
Looks like I'll be buying some more of them. They're good gloves. I miss them. See, they're my primary braking system if I'm going down slopes. Have I ever mentioned that downhill is my favorite direction? Well, it is. I like rolling downhill. It satisfies the speed demon in me...
Somewhere out there, there are three left gloves. I wonder if they ended up in the same place that missing socks go...
Perhaps I've become a little tired, because one of the first things I thought of when the doctor said "3 or 4 days"... was that it was just about time for my mom to come down with another setback. See, things have been going that way. She gets over one problem, and another pops up. She's gotten over the shingles (or is through the worst of it), and has a bladder infection.. which is getting taken care of... and now? What next? I shudder to think.
I guess, if I have to, I can go shopping for a good sale on a turkey roaster or maybe a big toaster oven. It doesn't have to be a turkey, but I can cook some sort of bird, maybe a couple of Cornish Game hens.
I couldn't have made it here without my wheelchair. See, when I get tired, it's even harder to walk even short distances. Today, it was hard just walking in the hotel room from the bed to the bathroom. Standing to pack my bag on the back of the chair had my lower back in spasms. No fun.
There has been one drawback. I'm getting callus'. I hate getting a callus. It never lasts and when it sloughs off, it leaves very tender skin underneath. And yes, I do have some gloves. I have three pairs of gloves. They look like this:
The only problem with the three pairs of gloves is that I seem to have lost the left hand of all. three. pairs.
Looks like I'll be buying some more of them. They're good gloves. I miss them. See, they're my primary braking system if I'm going down slopes. Have I ever mentioned that downhill is my favorite direction? Well, it is. I like rolling downhill. It satisfies the speed demon in me...
Somewhere out there, there are three left gloves. I wonder if they ended up in the same place that missing socks go...
posted by Nancy at 7:52 PM
1 Comments:
Haven't stopped by here in awhile...sorry to hear about your Mom's prolonged stay. Hope y'all are home by now.
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