Irritable Bowel Syndrome Message Boards | Just found out my mom has cancer--update, also a sprained ankle

Ah the adventures of thaking care of loved ones! Read this and see where I get my sense of humor.

Saturday I'd been alternatively taking care of Dbf who's puking his guts out going on 20 hours. He's got Lyme disease, and every few months, he can't keep anything down for days straight.

I'm also responsible for my mom with her surgery aftercare. I split Friday night and Sat morning with puking Dbf, and Sat. with mom. I had a nice visit with my mom, actually. I called mom after coming home, after spending Saturday at her bed, and she dashed to get my call, slipped, fell, and went splat on the floor twisting up her leg. This is where my guilt trip STARTS.

As I was leaving a lovely relaxed message about how nice a visit I had, she crawled to the phone with a badly sprained ankle, and she managed to hit speakerphone, wailing that she was on the floor and needed an ambulance, pronto!! Yikes!

I called the paramedics for her and called her back to tell her they were on the way. She insisted I NOT drive BACK the 30 minutes to the hospital, (which is just a couple blocks from her place). Stubborn woman, so I acquiesced.

She said if she needed a ride home she'll let me know, but don't bother worrying about it. Did I mention she's 3 blocks from the hospital? Did I mention she's stubborn?

This is 6pm. So 1 hour passes, no call back. 2 hours pass, etc. I gave up waiting at midnight, to get some sleep, as I was nodding off and Dbf was passed out exhausted.

I was dead asleep by midnight, thinking she had cabbed it the 3 blocks home. Evidently, the phone didn't wake me up when she called me at 12:30am and left a message that YES she would need a ride, and right now.

Now, the phone DIDN'T wake me up, but you'd better believe the 2 county police officers banging on my door at 3am DID. "Are you all right, Miss?" "...Wha? I was sleeping! I think I'm allright. Can you ask me again when I wake up? Officer? Officers?"

Seems like dear mom called out a missing persons report(!!!) and APB(!!?!) on my car when I hadn't shown up at the hospital. I might be dead in a ditch, you know. Police even called security at my apartment complex to check if my car was in the lot. Ugh.

So I took it, TOOK IT like the half-asleep worst daughter in the world I was, and even thanked the cops for checking on my safety. I cooooouldn't help mentioning as they left that she DID live 3 BLOCKS from the hospital, fyi. They laughed a little.

I'm cool with my mom today. Dbf is still ill and I spent a good 5 hours cooking and entertaining by my mom's bedside. She's in a splint and can't use crutches because fo the breast surgery stiches.

OK I'm going to have to take a nap now...! It was just as exhausting recounting this story. Hope it made sense!! Love you for listening.

~nelly~

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