The other title for this post should be 'Something's Gotta Give" but this morning Mom is definitely the immovable object. Her arthritis, in the knees, is very bad--she should have had a knee replacement years ago, but due to her cardiac/respiratory issues, the surgery could not be done. Add her anxiety to her physical problems and Mom makes herself totally unable to get out of her wheelchair. It is frustrating for both of us.
There is a cynical little voice inside my head that says Mom is playing a mind game. As long as she cannot move, she has her aide as well as her daughters, standing around her. Ginny and I will not go out to run errands or walk the dogs. Mom has us right where she wants us. I do wish she could find a more positive way of engaging our attention. This should be a goal of mine.
BTW, I do not want anything to do with Thanksgiving, but Mom ordered a turkey from the butcher, so it looks as though we are stuck with the holiday feast. Christmas has a spiritual dimension, but Thanksgiving seems more about consumption and 'Black Friday'.
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