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I’m sitting in the ER waiting room reading my nook. It’s around 7:30pm and I’m the only person there. It’s pretty quiet except for the TV. The waiting area is U-shaped, I’m sitting in the first arm and my back is to the door. I hear the outer doors open as someone comes in. Then behind me, I hear that purring chitter of a Predator. My head jerked up so fast I almost gave myself whiplash! For a half a second, I actually thought a Predator had come into the room. How silly is that? AVP Requiem brought to life. 
Reality hit me and I turned around (reasonably sure that it would be an ooman standing there). 
Disappointingly (?) it was a guy holding a cel phone, not a 7-foot alien. I had heard a cell tone. How cool is that? 
Wish I had a cool phone. 

Now, typing that just gave me a picture in my head of a Predator, head cocked in irritation, holding a Smart Disc weapon in one hand and a chittering cell phone in the other.

Anywho, the reason I was in the ER was because mom fell [again] yesterday. Her balance is really getting bad and we have now decreed that she must use a walker instead of a cane. She didn’t say anything was hurting yesterday, but this morning she complained her ankle hurt. It was hard for her to walk and was sensitive to touch. My sister was afraid she had cracked something, so after wishy-washing back and forth, she decided to take mom to the ER in the afternoon. We got there at 5:04pm, and left almost exactly 4 hours later. She pulled a tendon. At least it wasn’t anything worse. I am so tired and my sister is practically manic. Ma is really getting harder to handle, and my sister doesn’t want any aides coming into the house because she is so paranoid people will steal stuff and she thinks the house is too messy to have anyone there. I can just see all my free time swishing down the drain in the future as she guilts me into helping with mom on the weekends. I don’t know what we are going to do.        

So my stress level is at level red, because in addition to mom stress, Rick’s grandma passed away last week. The wake was Sunday and funeral was on Monday. Grandma was a very regal lady, who was very nice to me. She would always touch and compliment me on my long hair.  She had a stroke before Thanksgiving that affected her balance and walking. It ended up that she couldn’t go back home (she lived alone and the bathroom was on the second floor) so they put her in a nursing home. We think that once she realized where she was, she just gave up and willed herself to die. I am mad at myself that I didn’t go see her while she was there. I was busy with work and doing that stupid deer. My sister was going to give me last Friday afternoon off to visit her, and I had even bought her some lotion from Bath & Body. Then she up and died Thursday. So I feel guilty, even though technically I’m not family anymore. 
But, she was 97 years old and lived a good life.  I should hope I live that long. 
I am so wiped I need to go to sleep.



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Dec. 16th, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)
So sorry for the crisis with your Mother. Having taken care of one disabled parent and just about there with the other one, I'm feeling you. Be sure to take care of yourself and stand up for your needs.

Bless Grandma's heart. She sounded like good people. My condolences.
Dec. 17th, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)
My sister is the queen of the guilt givers. I try hard to ignore her, but sometimes it just doesn't work.

thanks, she was very sweet.
Dec. 16th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
*hugs tight*
Dec. 17th, 2010 03:36 am (UTC)
thanks, hugs are always welcome.
*squeezes back*
Dec. 16th, 2010 08:35 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry... :(

Dec. 17th, 2010 03:39 am (UTC)

Pats appreciated.
tee hee, a pun on my name. Made me smile.
Dec. 22nd, 2010 03:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Elderly relatives
I didn't guess when we chatted an hour or two ago that you were so stressed, and I'm so sorry I didn't know. Slapped wrist to me for not checking out your page before.

I'm really sorry about your mum's fall and the loss of your grandma-in-law. The walker sounds like a good idea. I know from personal experience how painful tendons can be, so I hope your mum feels better soon.

It's so easy to feel guilty when someone dies and you had meant to visit them. When my mum was ill in hospital shortly before she died, I was going to see my mum into her house, but when she was told she wasn't really well enough to go home, she had a heart attack at six the next morning. So I feel guilty about not seeing her before she died. But in the end I realised that she was so poorly that she could have gone, even if she'd returned home. Then I'd have found her the next morning (and probably felt even more guilty!) Or a whole lot of other possibilities. So my brother and I decided we would really celebrate her life when we organised the funeral. And we did. And the thing is, before she became ill, I'd taken her out for an evening at the local theatre here in Peterborough, with that chap off X Factor, Paul Potts. It was magical, and she loved it. So we'd spent quality time together and that helped my guilt complex to disappear. I'm sure Rick's mum wouldn't have wanted you to feel guilty, so please take comfort in the times you have spent together. *big hug*

Love the Predator stuff at the start of your post!
Dec. 24th, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)
Re: Elderly relatives
Well, with you verifying how painful tendons can be, I feel guilty now. I figured my mom was just exaggerating when she went 'ooh' and 'ow'. Maybe I'll be a little more gentle when I put her socks on.

Thanks for your insight. I didn't hold on to the not-visiting-her guilt too long, mostly because I thought she wouldn't like it. And, I usually don't carry guilt over stuff that is past and gone - you can't change the past. I get over it and try to learn.

haha, that Pred tone was cool. Makes me want to get a phone that has ring tones, but I couldn't use it anyway, as I can't afford internet stuff on my cell phone.
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