But she is ridiculously bad about remembering to take all her medicines at the right times. She does okay with the early morning and late evening doses, but she is such a scatterbrain right now, remembering her 11 a.m., lunchtime, 3 p.m., and dinnertime meds — if she's doing anything else, that thought goes right out the window. I used to have a co-worker who consistently forgot to turn in her timesheet (and thus didn't get paid that week), and I felt the same kind of incredulous exasperation. How do you not get this???
Watching my vibrant, active, confident mom transition into a little old lady (or, as she would say, LOL — what she sincerely believes the acronym stands for) is not easy, and I am not handling it outstandingly well. Her short-term memory (see pill schedule) is poor, which I found especially frustrating.
One example (of many): We visited her primary care doctor and were shown in by Nurse Candy, who took Mom's vital signs and asked her lots of questions about the surgery and rehab. Then the doc came in and Candy went out, and the doc asked Mom if she wanted a flu shot. She said yes, so he said he'd send the nurse back in.
Mom: After Pat gives me the flu shot, we can go.
Me: Is Pat the flu shot nurse?
Mom: No, she's the nurse who was in here before.
Me: You mean Candy?
Me: Candy is Pat?
Mom: Yes! Wait . . .
Things like this happened over and over (though we always laughed about it, which is something).
Anyway. I'm back on the Right Coast now. And it is a great joy to be home, I've already taken 75 baths, though once again my editing work is on fire and I don't see a lull in sight. I also have a head cold and feel clogged and dull. I really, really, really need a true vacation!!
Ah, well. I'm home with my boys, I have paying work, Mom's doing okay — things could be worse.
(I must say: As life philosophies go, "Things could be worse" is a tad lacking in joy. I'll work on that.)
— Lady C
p.s. Here's what I read on my family "oblication" (™Sexy Em):