Unfinished Object

After all my moaning, mom ended up in a non-private room; meaning I couldn’t have spent the night even if she demanded it. Worse, she is in the bed closest to the door, meaning the smallest half of the room. Her roommate has accumulated both of the chairs in the room to her side, as well as the full capacity of the closet. She’s too cute a little old lady to argue with, so I balanced my day of sitting with an evening of standing. Its all about balance, I always say. Mom is doing well, pain of course, but she was lucid when I saw her...well, up until a shot they gave her at bed time...after that she was drunk-heh. I drove back to the condo, dropped into bed and didn’t stir again till 4:30 (5:30 by my body’s clock, so not terrible - still, I wish I were still in bed right now).

I’ve had a few people mention privately that I hadn’t given much info on the blog about the surgery. That was not a failing on my part, but a conscious decision. If my posts seem more concerned with my own comfort and well being than my mom’s, it is not lack of care or concern but the simple ‘not telling’ of a story that is not my own. Blogs are many faceted, that’s what I like most about them, but there are some topics that I don’t think should be aired here. Suffice it to say, she is doing well, is a little ‘overly’ happy (good drugs) and is in high spirits that she is finally ‘fixed’. Her hospital time will be longer than expected due to some surprises during the surgery, so she may not be as ebullient five or six days from now...time will tell.

The first part of yesterday I spent keeping her company in the ‘prep’ room. It should have been about two hours...it was four. The next bit was spent in a huge waiting room. Despite its airiness and carefully neutral decor it was a difficult room to be in. It combined waiting family members for out-patients, surgery patients, and ICU patients; the wide range of emotions contained there was exhausting. Based solely on brief outbursts I gathered that at least three families lost someone yesterday. Overheard from my immediate area were stories of a man who mangled his hand in machinery at work and lost it and another who cut his foot so badly they not only had to stitch it back on but had to remove part of the bone that had splintered out. A woman survived a heart attack, another a stroke. Joy, sorrow, relief, agony...the room was so charged with emotion that I expected my hair to lift from the back of my neck and cloud to form in the atrium over the lobby poised to strike the next family being visited by an aide in bright scrubs or doctor in white coat. In defense I buried myself in my book, and after four o’clock when the volunteer went home, I took turns with two other women answering the waiting room phone and calling names of families waiting for news. Seriously.

When the surgeon called for me, one of the other women answered the phone and called for ‘Baker’...my last name is tough, but it doesn’t sound much like ‘Baker’ so I continued reading. So, rather than being called to the conference room the surgeon came out to sit with me. She started to give me the update when her eyes landed on my book, I could literally see the gears shift as her mouth said “I loved that series” and her brain tried to re-formulate words like recuperation and pain management. We had a great discussion about that author and others we both enjoy before getting to serious business. Don’t feel badly toward her, I was kept very well informed each step of the procedure and she knew it...I liked her immediately and wasn’t the least concerned that book banter preceeded talk of my mother. I liked her so much so that I’m more that a little bummed to have met her...another person I could see being a good friend that lives a thousand miles away. Clearly I have got to get out more.

Speaking of far away friends Rox said I would, and she was right so I’ll finish today’s blather with a meme:

The One Word Challenge

1. Where is your cell phone? charging
2. Your significant other? sleeping
3. Your hair? blech
4. Your mother? drugged
5. Your father? home
6. Favorite thing? sewing
7. Dream last night? none
8. Favorite drink? wine
9. Your dream/goal? health
10. Room you’re in? cold
11. Your ex? fake
12. Your fear? unloved
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? happy
14. Where were you last night? hospital
15. What you’re not? easy
16. Muffins? banna-nut (hyphens count, right?)
17. One of your wish list items? ring
18. Where you grew up? missouri
19. The last thing you did? typed
20. What are you wearing? sweats
21. Your TV? off
22. Your pet? pouting
23. Your computer? frustrating
24. Your life? busy
25. Your mood? ok
26. Missing someone? ABSOLUTELY
27. Your car? plush
28. Something you’re not wearing? bra (c’mon...its 5 in the morning!)
29. Favorite store? Sephora
30. Your summer? distant
31. Like someone? Yep
32. Your favorite color? garnet
33. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday
34. Who will/would repost this? You

Posted by Shan on 02/29 at 05:52 AM
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