Attention, My Mother Has Left the Building…

Mom cycles mentally, but she cycles much more gradually than I.  I have extreme swings when she will gradually crescendo to a high and then slowly decrescendo to a low which puts her in the bed for a few weeks. 

Right now, she is worried about and obsessing over my arm and the very painful arthritis I am experiencing in my shoulder. Mom can accomplish great things when she gets like this, but she can also get things in a tangled mess of doctor’s appointments, medications and rehabilitation.

“Do you want to go see Dr. Martin and get a different kind of pain medication?”  Mom, the secretary, asked me tonight over the phone.

Dad was sitting on my couch when I told my mother I couldn’t take all those pain medications. They trigger my addictions.  Dad frowned and looked very sour at our exchange.

“Your mother is on a high,” he told me with another grimace. “I’ve seen it coming.”

Mom has also been over at my house today three times, when sometimes I can go a few weeks and her not come over at all.  The first visit was to bring me some Naproxen Sodium.  The second visit was to bring me some Tums antacid, and the third was a plate of baked pork chops my father had cooked the night before.

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‘Rents to the Rescue…

I needed some extra special TLC today.  I am lucky my parents are so accommodating of me in these later years.  My arm was killing me and I called mom.  This was the same arm and shoulder I broke over a decade and a half ago in a motorcycle accident.  I am just so lucky to be among the living of this world. It fits nicely into my morbid “never forget Auschwitz” mantra.

“I’ll put you some Aleve and an icepack in with your sodas,” my mother told me over the phone. “I hate it that you are hurting.”

“I slept on it wrong,” I replied to my mother. “And Dixie keeps nuzzling it very forcibly compounding the pain and the problem.”

“I still have your hydrocodone from when you broke your foot,” mom then told me dangling a most delicious carrot. “Your daddy filled the prescription.”

“I will take too many of them,” I replied to my mother very honestly after a pause for sanity to return. “You hang on to those.”

Pain pills and me: Oh lordy, I could write an essay!

Like I had predicted in my last post, I went back to bed at 7am and slept until noon. I was dead to the world until Dixie’s barking woke me up at lunchtime.

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