Do you ever feel life is like maneuvering around road construction and those dang orange barrels?
Zigging and zagging.
Trying to stay in your lane, hoping nothing goes awry.
Holding your breath,
until you make it home safe.
I haven’t been around WordPress much in the last ten days. I hit one of those orange barrels and had to pull off the road for several tense days. Insurance and AAA wasn’t going to help with this one.
A little over a week ago, mom suffered two mini strokes, two days in a row. For five days, mom was uncomfortable, hurting, confused and in need of tender, loving care. For five days, I was a pile of stress and indigestion (don’t ever eat the turkey burgers at the hospital). Mom yelled for her mom. I cried over mine. Mom insisted on going home. I kept telling her “soon.” Mom wondered what kind of pureed crap they were trying to feed her. I wondered what type of pureed crap they were trying to feed her.
Those days were an unpaved, rocky exercise in “What’s happening now?” and “What do we do next?” Dealing with the illness of an elderly parent while talking to two different ER doctors, two different hospitalists, a social worker, therapists, hospice care, and I-don’t-know-how-many nurses made me want to bang my head against a jersey barrier. A headache would have been pleasant at that point.
Decisions were made, then unmade, and made again. Phone calls, prayers, more phone calls. And then a final plan put into place.
Without going into every detail and to make a long story short…
Mom is back at her assisted living facility and she is sitting upright. There’s still the pureed food and thickened coffee through a straw. (My brother came from out of state to visit and when he asked mom what she had for lunch, her reply was, “Shit.”) I have engaged hospice so that she has extra care, attention and love in the days to come. The chaplain from hospice sang to my mom the first time he met her, which did my heart a ton of good, and the nurse gave her hugs and kisses. They are both amazing and caring people. Mom is in good hands.
So, now mom and I take life one day at a time.
We’re away from the construction zone for now, safely behind a fence. Mom is trying to stay on pavement as best she is able, and I’m trying not to hit a damn barrel.
I hate road construction.
I really do miss this place when I’m gone for more than a few days! I hope those of you that celebrate are having an excellent Memorial Day weekend. For everyone else, have an awesome end to your Sunday and a bright and happy Monday. I’m looking forward to the week and being “around” on WordPress for some verbal sparring.