Friday, August 12, 2016

insult to injury

That 2.5 of hydro did the trick to get me through yesterday and into bed last night.  When I woke up this morning I was ( as usual ) running late and  in and out 2 or 3 times only to just miss slamming the front door on my funky finger.  More blood, pain and swearing.  As Tiffany would sing "Jeeeeesus!"

The splint won't stay on so we rigged it with co-ban this morning to get through this day.  It kind of dragged on and one with busy spurts and lots of scurrying.  When a hospital gets almost empty and then has to convert back to full force via ER admissions, it's an adjustment.  Peace never lasts because we are one moment away from saving a life.  

Kay was gonna come and pay for mama's dresser and move later when hubby gets back and I told her it has a SOLD sign on it.  Not a rush, hon.  Besides, my whole body hurts now from the fall.  It takes a day or two for it to all hit.  The antibiotics are beginning to work.  I honestly believe that had I not had the day I had with the goal of getting out of pain, I could not appreciate pain free days.  They are a gift, especially for elders.  
Sometimes I feel guilty for now being more able to feel my parents' situation but it doesn't last long.  I know that I did all I could to care for them for a number of years.  Ironically, that was one of Mama's greatest regrets with Gaga.  

The universe says learn to be still.  I'm workin' on it.

1 comment:

  1. Are you going to have therapy? For me that bunch was like a club. I hated when Medicare said I had enough. I still don't have good grip with that part of my hand. An it isn't straight.