18 Sep 2006
More Mom

Well, Kris spent the night last night with my Mom in her apartment. She called about 9:30pm and said she'd had another "thingy", only this time she didn't want to call 911 and go to the emergency room and "get all wired up and poked and prodded and woke up at 3 for a blood pressure check".

She'll be 83 this coming Friday. And I'm starting to seriously question if she'll see 84.

Not that I blame her, really. Hel, I completely understand her motivations intellectually. But this isn't an intellectual exercise anymore, and to be real honest about it, I'm not sure how I'd act if I thought my Mom was dying and I could make a phone call to save her. Even if I knew she wanted me to shut up: I ignored her commands to shut up many times in my youth, why should I be any different in my (and her) dotage? Hence it was my darling wife who stood the watch last night.

Mom's much better today - but I've no doubt that this will not be the last episode in the series. There's at least one more on the way, guaranteed.

She's also started talking seriously about trying to find a nursing home - and knowing my Mom, that'll be a grade A nightmare.

But, of course, the whole situation is becoming a Grade A nightmare, anyway. So I suppose it's mostly irrelevant. Come to think of it, when facing Death head on, a lot of things are irrelevant.

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