Okay, I haven’t written anything from the past few days. It’s not for lack of things to talk about, but more caused by the amount of stuff that was going on in my life. None of it was fun. None of it was anything I wanted to have to deal with. It was, though, things that were more important than blogging. If you’ve been watching the updates on my Twitter account or Facebook profile, then you probably have a pretty good clue of what is going on.
My mom fell on Saturday and broke her right ankle. According to the orthopedist who saw her at the hospital, it was weakened by having to stay off of it for the last 9 months. According to her family doctor, she was at an increased risk of fractures because of the vitamin d deficiency that is plaguing the family. Apparently, if her vitamin d levels had been checked and treated back when I was nagging my old family doctor about that kind of thing, then he could have treated her levels and she wouldn’t have broken both ankles, her wrist, and had such trouble healing. (D is essential for processing calcium. It doesn’t matter how much calcium you take in if your D levels are too low.)
Sunday, I was at the hospital from 7 AM until 7 PM. Mom’s surgery was scheduled for 9:30. The orthopedist was unable to get there until 11:30. Her surgery started within the next half hour. I didn’t see her again until 3:00 that afternoon. She wasn’t doing really well when she got up to the room. She had a fever and her blood pressure was around 193 over 80-something. I wondered why they weren’t giving her anything for pain. (Typical surgery protocol is either getting regular pain medicines via injection or having a pain pump. She was getting neither.) Apparently, the nurses didn’t think that she might be in pain. I guess it didn’t occur to them that she might actually hurt from having surgery or from having a broken ankle.
On Monday, I was at the hospital from 10 AM to 6 PM, except for the hour or so that I was at the cardiologist getting a holter monitor. (I kept having to reapply the leads every few hours because they were falling off.) Mom was doing much better. She was drowsy, but not yet whiny.
She came home this afternoon, and now she’s whiny because we’ve moved everything, even though we haven’t moved anything. So, I guess I’m looking at at least 2-3 more months of her whining and nagging constantly, with my dad spending every spare moment in the back of the house, and me left to do everything. I guess this has become my life.