Sunday

I am such an inconsistent blogger, but I've just been busy lately. As was the case with the first surgery, Mom has been a handful during recovery. The after effects of anesthesia and the pain meds do a number on her. She becomes downright delirious and much like an Alzheimer's patient. Plus, she has been in a lot of pain. And there's always that fear of her falling again. We had to take her to the ER a few days ago because she scratched her incision and it started bleeding. She was convinced she was bleeding to death and got very angry with me for not being as concerned about it as she thought I should be. Five hours at the ER to tell her that she was fine and send her home. 

I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not. It's just frustrating. I don't make a very good nurse.