Happily Ever After

Mom came home from the hospital Friday night, and I have been far too busy to keep up with the blog.  I don't have any readers, but if I did, I would apologize to them.  Instead, I should apologize to myself, for neglecting my writing.  Blogging is an essential part of my plan to become a published writer, and I cannot consider myself a writer unless I write on a regular basis.  

Poor Mom was in such terrible shape Tuesday afternoon.  For the first hour or so after her admission to the ER, I thought she was dying.  Her face was swollen, she groaned in pain, and her blood pressure went to 260/140.  Once the attending physician figured out that Mom was having an allergic reaction to Norvasc, as well as pneumonia, and the proper medications were given, Mom started to improve.  It was truly a miracle that she did not have a stroke with such high blood pressure.

My Sisters and I made the decision that Mom would come home, and have her physical therapy at home.  First of all, we would have better control over her diet--when the rehab center is serving the patients chicken pot pie, or mac and cheese, I doubt these are low sodium items.  Secondly, I felt Mom's rehab room was cold.  Last Monday, I checked the controls, and found that her roomate had been blasting the air conditioning.  Granted, the roomie did have Alzheimers, but I can't believe that not one aide or nurse observed the cold temperature in that room.  Maybe they thought it was a haunted room, hence the cold spot.

However, I'd forgotten how much work goes into looking after Mom.  I'm only writing a few paragraphs, because I have to go help her get dressed, and give her all her medications.  Oh, I will greet Visiting Nurse Service with open arms, a red carpet, and I may dance before the home aide, strewing her path with rose petals ( as long as she doesn't steal my digital camera like one of her predecessors did).