I hesitated calling this post ‘Turning a Corner’, as every time we thought that we were doing just that, something slammed us back to square one. As most you know from reading the previous post, I am referring to my mother’s hip injury that occurred on December 13.
The surgeon did in fact tell us that her hip had many fractures and broke prior to the fall. At least that relieved my guilt at not holding on to her every second and allowing her to fall.
I will spare you all of the details and myself the reliving of them, but frightening sudden set-backs took us through three emergency rooms and three different hospitals, each with their particular specialties. We’ve heard the words, ‘There is nothing more we can do.’
We’ve heard the rattles that predict pneumonia.
We’ve spent as much as entire day in an emergency room environment waiting for a bed to become available in a Trauma Center Hospital an hour away.
We’ve checked her into Skilled Nursing for rehab twice, having to be removed and sent to the ER during the first stay.
And all of this happened during the height of our area being hit with the flu, strep throat, whooping cough, intestinal viruses, and things I don’t even know if they figured out what they were. The hallways of all three triage centers were lined with gurneys holding the sick waiting for rooms that weren’t available.
I often felt as if I needed a Silkwood shower – the kind you get when you’ve been exposed to radiation. I would leave my clothes, inside out, in the garage upon returning home every evening. I have been taking vitamins, and besides a cold/cough, I have still managed to avoid being flattened by illness. Of course, just saying that means I likely will in the next few hours.
And of course, a major holiday occured during this time frame; one that caught me off guard. My mother and I were trying to finish her shopping, wrapping, and decorating when the fall happened. I suddenly woke up and realized that mine wasn’t done either.
I shopped online, staying up until the wee hours of one morning with a list and a credit card. It all arrived and I didn’t worry too much with the wrapping as I normally do. Most got shoved with a decent amount of tissue paper into decorative bags.
My family decided not to have Christmas until Mother came home. So we are still decked out for the holidays – the first time in memory that a tree has been up in my house past January 1.
Writing anything has been difficult. I’ve worked every day that I could, left there and drove to the hospital which depending on the particular one, was often more than an hour away. I would get home late, return phone calls from family, friends, church family, neighbors. Then I would fall into bed and get up and do it all again.
Laundry piled up.
Groceries I had purchased rotted in the refrigerator.
Eating on the road replaced my new-found addiction to a fitness app that I had started using to track my diet. I don’t even want to know what it would calculate as my sugar/fat/cholesterol/nutrition – or lack of/carbohydrate tally.
I have felt horrible, been exhausted, and canceled or retooled events I was suppose to host during the holidays. I must look like that too as people have been warning me that I need to take of myself and that I am doomed to get sick if I don’t get some rest.
Emails piled up. One day it was 500+, then 798, then more than 1000. I’ve missed facebook friends’ birthdays, invitations to be friends on goodreads, and some really great deals on medications from Canada. Yes friends, the spam sometimes gets through too. And then the emails become so vast they are overwhelming and I can’t look anymore.
I have missed reading the blogs of my ‘tribe’ – the fine people who are my writing and blogging friends. Most of the space in a hospital environment is gadget free. So even with the smart phone it has been difficult to check up on all of you.
I have read every single comment on my last post and want to tell you all that your support has been priceless. Thank you all.
So as I post this piece, I am hopeful that we have turned a corner, that my family will be celebrating Christmas by this time next week, and that means that Mother will be home and scooting around on her new hip – God willing.