This is what we moved Mama J down here for. This rushing to aid after yet another fall. Wiping Mama J's back and bottom to clean where she peed after she fell. Letting someone else cook her breakfast. Working with a team of aides and nurses and social workers and bath ladies and medicine deliveries.… Continue reading Fall
Life of late seems like adjusting to a series of new "normals" -- life before Mama J. Life since November. And now, this, the aftermath of last week. Mom's new normal includes a set of sitters/caregivers, both live and virtual. After her fall and a conversation with her primary hospice nurse, we realized that she… Continue reading Aftermath
And Brian has the flu. Absolutely perfect. 😫😫😫 Next post: Aftermath
The texts before lunch went like this. I thought Mama J was just mistyping, but that funny alarm bell was chiming in my head a little, too. Â When I got to her apartment, Mama J was listless. She kept falling asleep at the table while I was talking to her. I gave her the cannoli,… Continue reading “Thagnhgg” and other crises
"I need help." When your mom calls you at 9 at night, and you hear those words in a choked voice, you do not ask questions. You grab your keys and drive three blocks as fast as you possibly can. We got to Mama J's to find her standing up, bent over the back of… Continue reading Travelers
This weekend we had a couple of oxygen mishaps, one funny and two decidedly not so. The funny oxygen mishap was me sitting on a spare oxygen tank in the back seat of the car, depressing the lever and getting goosed by a strong "whoosh!" of cold air. B and Mama J and I got a… Continue reading Oh (2), oxygen
When she was a girl, Mama J participated in a Bohemian/Czech youth gymnastics program called Sokol. She always had lovely legs, and I still see the grace in her limbs. Next post:Â Oh (2), oxygen
To wear pink hair chalk to match your sweater. To talk to your daughter's mother-in-law about your poop chart. Extensively. Seriously, say "poop" one more time. ... to be embarrassed by your mother. 🙂 Next post: Grace, Part 2
This past Sunday was Boy Scout Sunday nationwide, and Mom wanted to go. She called her scouting friend who lives in Baton Rouge, found out which church had an affiliated troop, and made arrangements with the Scoutmaster. She asked Brian to iron her skirt and me to buy her a new brown belt. "To do… Continue reading On my honor …
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