quick update on my mom
My mom is staying with us for now. I am glad she is here. Yes I may growl at her when I hear her cast thumping across the floor (she's not supposed to let it touch the ground, but ech, well...), but I much prefer her here than at her own home.
She is one tough chick. She's never broken a bone before. She is handling being limited beautifully. Were it me I'd be going nuts... but then again.. I'm sure the vicodin is helping her a bit with that.
We leave the walker at the base of the stairs. She does backward dip-push-ups while pushing with her good leg to go up the stairs and gently bump-bump-bumps to come down the stairs. We got a wheelchair, and I took her for a walk today (it was a really beautiful day out) and she really enjoyed being out. She's napping twice a day and devouring books.
She also is wanting to go home soon. This afternoon she was saying she'd really be fine in her apartment. I cringed. I agreed we'd make a trip up there this weekend for general housekeeping. Then I gently suggested she imagine a trip to the grocery store, how to get the groceries back up to her apartment, the process of making herself a meal, taking a shower, doing her laundry (to the laundry room and back up)... all without any assistance.... and she nodded and sighed.
Having a broken leg really sucks. She's dong a darned good job keeping her spirits up. I imagine all the grandbaby loving has got something to do with it.
I had to laugh when she meekly cooed from her bed in the office this evening, "I really want some junk food..." I mean, imagine all the things that when independent one wouldn't need to admit feeling a need for, right? I'm killing her with all this whole grain, no sugar, good fat, lean meat stuff. There was a pint of Ben and Jerry's we unearthed.
She's mending well, and that she got antsy briefly today is great. She groaned as she rescheduled a haircut she won't get in the city on Friday... her bangs are killing her... and we wondered aloud just what is the next step when the cast is removed? Will she be allowed to walk on it with stairs, and groceries and laundry and mail and her briefcase? Will she have it in her to be happily independent?
Writing all of this is weird because, well.... my mom's not OLD! I mean sure she's officially in her 60's, and she has grey hair, and can be persnickety, and is a grandma, and loves nothing more than going through books, and groans when she gets up, hates driving at night, needs her naps... but she's not old! Really she's not... right?
and no, it's not adding to much to my overflowing plate to have her here. I just joke that now I have four kids instead of three... but Thank goodness I can leave one of them at home alone for hours at a time if I need to! ;-)