At 9pm last night, the phone rang. Tori was refusing to sleep, and I was trying to get her back into her bed as I answered the phone. It was my mother’s neurologist.
I no longer have the freedom to ignore phone calls. Last Monday, after having an amazing weekend where she felt great, my mom headed off to her endocrinologist’s office and then to teach her class. She’d been cleared for driving, and had in fact been driving for a few days before Monday without problems. As long as her calcium stayed low, she was fine, and she was chugging water like a champ in an effort to keep the calcium down.
But none of that helped when a car pulled out right in front of my mom on Monday evening on her way home. She totaled her car – both airbags went – and was rushed to the hospital. She called me around 5pm from the emergency room; her arm was injured and she had a large hematoma on her hip from the seat belt. Turns out her left harm was broken all the way through (both bones), so she was admitted for observation over night (back at our local hospital; the ambulance refused to take her to the better, larger hospital).
Because the hematoma was slow to resolve, they kept her for a couple extra days.
Then she got pneumonia.
Then she got sicker. Today she’s confused, combative, paranoid, angry, and restrained.
I’m working with her doctors now to get her transferred to the better hospital, but it might be a challenge. I’m in close touch with her insurance company and the police about the accident. I’m checking her email, paying her bills, and talking with her nurses and doctors every day. I’m visiting her daily, calling her several times a day – even when my calls don’t help.
I’m fast approaching the point where I don’t know what to do. This roller coaster is… horrid. Tori is sad and missing me because I’m always with my mom or dealing with my mom or arguing with her doctors. Charlie is struggling to support me and taking too heavy a load for our family.
And my mom. My poor mom.
We’re all so damned tired.
I wish I had something happier to share here. I don’t. And now it’s time to go back to the hospital.