Huh. Look out kids, here comes Debbie Downer!
Not sure how to post this without totally violating Mom's right to privacy. She took a bad fall Friday before Michael showed up for our relaxing "Celebrate Graduation and Mourn Our Lack of Menfolk With Chocolate and The Gilmore Girls Day."
Mom's put on some weight from the steroids, and I'm no longer able to lift her myself. Plus I'd just worked out for a few hours, so my muscles were already fatigued. It was so scary. She wouldn't let me call Nurse Sis at the hospital, and Mom was wedged in between the furniture...After a few bad attempts, we finally got her back on the bed. She didn't want me to tell Michael when he arrived.
Michael and I went upstairs to the screening room and were only a few minutes into Stars Hollow when we heard "Help!" Mom had fallen again. Much much worse. I won't give the details, but she was totally humiliated by the whole situation. Thank God Michael was there and is such a true friend and is burly and helped is Dad while he had cancer so he isn't squeamish (yes, that's a run-on sentence, but so is my life).
Needless to say, it all took the joy out of my relaxing day. Not really a surprise. I should have expected it. I know Mom doesn't do it on purpose, but subconsiously every time Nurse Sis or I exhibit any independence like getting a new job, Mom takes a terrible turn for the worse that demands we stay home so that she can complain about us being at home not making money or dating. I don't know what we're going to do. Of course I cancelled my evening celebratory plans with my screenwriting class, and Nurse Sis cancelled her Saturday plans to stay home with Mom and help her get to the Porta Potty every hour.
It's so freaky, because it just keeps getting worse. We want so badly to keep Mom at home with us, and have managed in the last 2 1/2 years to never have her spend the night away from us in a hospital or clinic. But if her leg keeps getting weaker, we're going to have to get permanent in-home care or have her in a facility so she doesn't fall and really hurt herself.
3 comments:
Wow, that is really scary. I am really afraid of my grandma having problems like this. My mom is in a similar situation and even moved 2 1/2 hours into the middle of nowhere so that she could take care of my grandmother who was diagnosed last year. I can only imagine how much of a struggle it is seeing as you are much younger than my mother and are just starting to find your own path. I wish you luck in finding a workable balance between the two.
I so know what you are going through. Same thing happened with my mom last year - 3 falls in a week and various other health issues as well. She finally got her knees replaced, and things seem better. But it's hard, there is more to this ..as I'm sure there is more to yours...but believe me, I truly understand. Hang in there!
Thank you, thank you.
You're all so kind. Good to know people understand; not that I want miser(y)able company...
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