Visiting Momma
I had a longer post here earlier today that I recently deleted. I wasn't sure if I wanted that much out in the open, or if it would be best to keep it to myself.
Things are a bit disjointed at the moment. And, considering I'm typing all of this out while sitting at a Kinkos in East Brunswick, NJ....well, what can I say.
About the situation: Momma's not good. One-fourth of her brain is gone. Dead. She cannot move her left leg or her left arm. Her swallowing isn't good. She needs a neuro rehab and probably long term care.
But they want to take her home. And, knowing the situation, that's not a good idea.
I've tried to find out who her doctor is, but can't seem to. I did speak to a treating physician and got some info from him. But who the mysterious Dr. Murphy is, I do not know.
My sister contiues to be the obstacle. Like Scylla and Charibis--she is the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. She could drive a sane man to drink and scare a drinking man into sobriety.
My father said to me "looks like you lost weight!" in from of my sister.
"No Dad, just baggy pants."
And I could see the steam swirl slwoly out of her ears, her eyes narrow to slits.
What difference does it make--but he likes to play one against the other, just for sport.
Now's not the time, but I doubt much will change.
Things are a bit disjointed at the moment. And, considering I'm typing all of this out while sitting at a Kinkos in East Brunswick, NJ....well, what can I say.
About the situation: Momma's not good. One-fourth of her brain is gone. Dead. She cannot move her left leg or her left arm. Her swallowing isn't good. She needs a neuro rehab and probably long term care.
But they want to take her home. And, knowing the situation, that's not a good idea.
I've tried to find out who her doctor is, but can't seem to. I did speak to a treating physician and got some info from him. But who the mysterious Dr. Murphy is, I do not know.
My sister contiues to be the obstacle. Like Scylla and Charibis--she is the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. She could drive a sane man to drink and scare a drinking man into sobriety.
My father said to me "looks like you lost weight!" in from of my sister.
"No Dad, just baggy pants."
And I could see the steam swirl slwoly out of her ears, her eyes narrow to slits.
What difference does it make--but he likes to play one against the other, just for sport.
Now's not the time, but I doubt much will change.
posted by Tish Grier at 8:10 PM
2 Comments:
I know this might sound a bit unusual, but, I wanted you to know that I have been thinking a lot about you this week and sending lots of prayers and good thoughts your way. However things are working out, I guess the truth is, it could always be worse. ;) Chin up baby.
Thanks C....I've been doing alot of off-and-on praying myself.
It's just one of those things....
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