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Oct. 27th, 2013 12:42 pmWell, Mum is home from the hospital and resting cantankerously. She's still on some pretty heavy pain medication which makes it difficult for her to connect events like "waiting to take medication" with "suddenly being in pain". She takes her bandage off and feels GREAT! and then an hour later is SO ANGRY she took her bandage off, when in reality she's in pain not because of the bandage (which is a stick-on, not like, any form of compression) but because she wouldn't take her fucking medication when she was meant to.
She also is suspicious of ice packs and paranoid about blood clots, which to be honest is not a great combination. Yes, your leg is red and swelling; it's red and swelling because you won't ice or elevate, and your chest is tight because you won't use your inhaler. I've taken to sneaking in while she sleeps and stealth-elevating her leg. The nice thing about the meds is that she wakes up and doesn't realise anything has changed.
It's a work in progress.
On the other hand, she seems to be doing better than basically anyone I've talked to about knee replacements. The only pain she experiences is when she sabotages herself. Which, not a whole lot I can do about that. I've realised that the serenity of mind I try to cultivate and the organisation I have worked really hard at are because my family are a bunch of disorganized emotional volcanoes. No wonder I like robots.
Best conversation of the day:
Mum: Get that pumpkin pie I bought out of the freezer and defrost it.
Me: It says freeze until baking.
Mum: No, you don't bake it!
Me: Yeah you do, it has baking instructions on the back.
Mum: But it says it's oven fresh!
Me: Yes. It comes fresh from your oven. After seventy minutes at 375.
Mum: WHO BUYS FROZEN PIES YOU STILL HAVE TO BAKE?
Me: Well...we do, I guess.
She also is suspicious of ice packs and paranoid about blood clots, which to be honest is not a great combination. Yes, your leg is red and swelling; it's red and swelling because you won't ice or elevate, and your chest is tight because you won't use your inhaler. I've taken to sneaking in while she sleeps and stealth-elevating her leg. The nice thing about the meds is that she wakes up and doesn't realise anything has changed.
It's a work in progress.
On the other hand, she seems to be doing better than basically anyone I've talked to about knee replacements. The only pain she experiences is when she sabotages herself. Which, not a whole lot I can do about that. I've realised that the serenity of mind I try to cultivate and the organisation I have worked really hard at are because my family are a bunch of disorganized emotional volcanoes. No wonder I like robots.
Best conversation of the day:
Mum: Get that pumpkin pie I bought out of the freezer and defrost it.
Me: It says freeze until baking.
Mum: No, you don't bake it!
Me: Yeah you do, it has baking instructions on the back.
Mum: But it says it's oven fresh!
Me: Yes. It comes fresh from your oven. After seventy minutes at 375.
Mum: WHO BUYS FROZEN PIES YOU STILL HAVE TO BAKE?
Me: Well...we do, I guess.
