Sunday, July 14, 2013
The emotional roller coaster ride started last night around midnight when my neighbor called me in tears. She was having severe abdominal pain, and didn't know what to do, so I tucked Cooper in his crate and went next door and called 911 for her. Off she went to the hospital. She left me with her keys, so I am the one she called at 3:30am to come and get her. Ulp! THey gave her something like 5 shots of painkillers, gave her some antibiotics and told her to see a surgeon pronto because her gallbladder has to come out. As a result I slept in this morning, and for once Cooper didn't want me to, so I actually didn't sleep as long as I wanted. Got up and took Cooper for his morning walk. It was already pretty warm out so he only wanted to go about 1.5 miles. That was fine. Came home, changed, and went out for my run. 2.4 miles in 20 minutes, so I was feeling pretty good. Then my brother, Jonathan, called. He wanted me to go with him to pick up the chickens mom had ordered from a local farmer. I asked him why mom wasn't going to get them, and he was just like "oh, because she is in the hospital in Erie." What? Okay, so I hopped in the shower and had my neighbor watch the dog while Jon and I went to pick up the chickens. He didn't have very many details, but his wife went with my parents to the hospital, so I expect more details later. I do know (from my dad) that her leg is badly infected, and she is carrying about 100 pounds of fluid in her abdomen. I knew the edema was bad, but not the extent of it. It took both my dad and my brother, Jeremy, to get her into the car, and they are both big, strong guys.
So now what?
Tomorrow I have a girl's day out planned with my best friend, but starting Tuesday morning I am going out to my parents' house very early to start the process of cleaning out my mom's old bedroom upstairs. She hasn't been up there in 4 years, but she has been refusing to let us touch it. The purpose of this cleaning frenzy is to clear out the back half of my parents' house so it can be renovated into a studio apartment for me. I plan on moving in with them and helping out. I love my little apartment I am in now, and my current location is ideal, but they need me, so I will move. Mom needs more supervision and assistance than my just my dad can provide. Now that I am healthier and fitter I can be that extra set of hands.
I am conflicted about this move, but it seems the thing to do.
I just talked to my SIL... She says mom is doing better than she expected. I will probably go visit her on Thursday with my brother, Jeremy.
Anyways... it has been a roller coaster ride. Now I am going to eat some dinner and relax with my dog. It is going to be a busy week.