So I'm driving home from visiting Mom and my phone rings, its my DPT Jeff, wanting to know how sore I am after the pounds error on the sled. For the most part, I wasn't too sore, but it made me smile that he checked up on me!!
As for Mom:
Can you put a pillow behind my back? (Shes nodding off into a nap .. if you're tired, get in bed?)
Can you move me out of the sun, I will get sunburned. (Its been 6 minutes, she's wearing long sleeves and a jacket. And shes in a wheelchair --- move yourself!)
Can you get me a tissue? (They're on her bedside hospital table, pull it closer yourself!)
When did she become so ... needy? Was it not noticed as I was younger? Or did dad cover all that up so we didnt see much of it?
Lately shes not very likeable.
And while I know that I can't change her, she won't change, I find myself trying to figure out .... maybe as a way to predict what will be next? But it doesn't work that way with her. And since I am with her every day, it is what it is.
Parents are weird to figure out. Which makes me wonder what will be when *I* am old with my daughter looking after me? Man, I hope not like this!!
When I left, I told her I was taking Saturday off and will see her on Sunday (she seemed shocked!). We will see how this goes!
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