The 8 Hotties

At my age, hotties is kind of ambiguous. I can look, but thats about it! 

So I went to moms today, see how shes doing. She says shes tired, but seemed to be getting around ok. Until she wasn't.  Hobbling along, she turned and her leg went out and boom, down she went!

I tried to help her up, but I was afraid of hurting her. She tried standing on her own, but no luck. She only got as far as kneeling as she leaned against the seat of her chair. 

911 to the rescue!  Four cutie firemen came and helped her up, talked with her, she seemed to be doing ok.  So they left.

About 30 mins later, she says she's having pain. She's not very good at describing pain, but thought she needed the hospital.  

911 to the rescue!  Four different but just as cute firemen came to take vitals, to talk to her, to see about the pain. After being wishywashy in her answers, and her inability to stand on her own, she thought they could help her to my car.  Um. No. Ambulance please!

I was afraid that the seat belt might cause more harm. Or that I couldn't lift her out of the car, into a wheelchair once we got to ER. 

So, vroom, off she went!!! That was more than 90 minutes ago, and still no word. 

So we just wait. Again.

Hospital Stay

Yep, they kept Mom, admitted her to the cardiac floor, as they found a blood clot in her leg. 

But she is still her typical self, whining about getting out of here.  The minute I got here, she started insisting I go to the nurses desk and get checked out.  Sorry, not how it works, gotta wait for the doc to give the OK.

But in typical mom fashion, here's how it goes. She presses the button for the nurse. Nurse comes in, says she's busy with another patient, and will return.  20 minutes go by, and Mom presses the nurse button again.  When I asked why she did that, she replied "in case the nurse forgot".  *eyeroll*

That's how she is, how she always has been, and what I've lived with, grew up with. All her way, all the time.  I wasn't here when the doc made early rounds, but I'm guessing she insisted on going home "because my daughter will take care of me."  *sigh*

I am not a nurse, she expects care but only on her terms. She asks for advice, I give my opinion, and then she cries because she feels like I'm criticizing her.   She also gets mad when I speak up at dr appts, wants to know "why is tell them all that".  Um, because you should never lie to your doc by omission.

A lifetime of dealing, and I'm getting tired. I even had a dream I was at the Grand Canyon and went over the edge.  Ugh. Horrible but must have a bit of meaning.