It was Just One of Those Things

Ever had one of those days that start out not great, then take a turn for the better where you are really enjoying things, only to have some huge disturbance in the force and things go from just irritating to worse?

I have mentioned before that Mom can be a tad difficult. Two weekends ago we had a family reunion and Mom face planted on the deck. She blamed my cousin for having an uneven board rather than admitting she fell off her sandals. Yep, if you are 87 and a tad unsteady sandals should not be your footwear of choice. Anyway fast forward to this past Saturday. It seems she fell again in her house and wound up hitting the ceramic tiles in the bathroom leaving her unable to stand. She recovered in about an hour and was walking, but was using my dad's Alpine walking sticks. (He felt he was much too cool to use a cane and the walking sticks suited him just fine) Instead of using one in each hand putting one in front of her body in alternating fashion, she used just one and held it in front of her like she was riding a hobby horse or propelling a gondola.  Long story short she refused to go to the doctor and kept refusing.

Until today. I had just gotten back from an early morning airport run since MyBeloved Sister and her husband are taking a long overdue trip to DC for some sight-seeing. I did stop at the grocery store on the way home for some cashews and macadamias, but it only added about 10 minutes to the total round trip time. I walked in the door and saw the phone blinking. Without even looking I knew who it was and what they wanted. I checked my voicemail and heard "Anne I need to go to the doctor"

Selfishly I told Mom I had made plans and would not be home until 1 but I would take her then. She was not sure she was OK with that but I was not going to change my plans since she would not go see about it when asked a million times in the past few days.

I even involved TheHub who called the clinic manager and got them to leave the back door open so we would not have to sit in the waiting room. (I hate people who use privileges, unless it is me dealing with Mom and then I will accept every single advantage I can find) They rushed us in a room, offered us bottles of water and coffee while we waited, but__ their room was too cold, the xray machine was uncomfortable, the room floors and the hall floor didn't match, the Dr. was dawdling, she was tired, her back hurt, she didn't get to eat enough for lunch plus I had a white thread on my black slacks and it was bugging her. By that time there was no amount of money anyone could have offered me to remove the offensive thread.

Well the xrays were processed, the doc did come back into the room only to tell us her kneecap was broken in two places. Great. Again I got TheHub involved and had him call an orthopedist he is friends with. After a quick call to me they agreed to wait at their office until we got there. We pulled out of the clinic parking lot and went straight to the orthopedists office. After more films and a gozillion new patient forms we saw the doc only to find she is now having surgery at the crack of dawn tomorrow.

I hope MBS enjoys the sights and sounds of the city. I will be in the waiting room

The upside? I hired a sitter to say overnight with her for a few days. I can go over during the day but I am not going to spend he night and thankfully the doc told her she would need help,  Still you might notice some action on the richter scale when she finds out I "went behind her back" and hired someone