empresspatti (empresspatti) wrote,

My Mom has had her surgery with a minimum of drama. Apparently her foot was about broke off. Ick Ick Ick Ick Ick. I feel so bad for her. I don’t think she’ll be walking unassisted for a few months. She has a rehab facility in her near future.

Getting information has been problematic. My Dad cannot manage a remote control, let alone a cellphone.

Yesterday, when I’d attempt calling him, he’d flip open his phone and mash “send” which would call my home phone and disconnect our cell call. It was a frustrating round robin.

He can’t hear very well, so he stands in the hospital parking lot to call me. I guess it’s quieter than Mom’s hospital room, but she can prolly hear him out there, hollering, over the sound of beeping machines.

Apparently Az is much chillier than my corner of Maryland today, so the calls are short. He’s not inclined to chat or give details when he’s cold.

Sometimes life is so confusing. I’m walking around in a fog since my go-to in times of great stress is to fall asleep standing up. It’s a gift. Or, as my Cousin the Travel Writer said “An enviable skill.”

Because my Dad simply cannot call my cellphone (“that number never works”) I’ve been tethered to the house today so he can call me on the landline. I retain my remarkable superpower of being able to make the phone ring by going to the potty.

In my non-sleeping moments, I’ve made bread and lamb stew. The house smells great. I gave serious thought to cookies or cake, but decided that I’m fat enough already, thank you. Thank gwad I’m too stressed to clean. Enough already!

So that’s the update – Still firmly in the grip of the Krap Fairy.
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