Two Other Sisters
Today Bobbie came to see Mama. She is, of course, more like my older sister than an aunt, and it was easy to see the mother/daughter relationship between the two of them. Tomorrow is the 72nd anniversary of the storm that cemented it, and they talked a little about it. Both of them have very vivid memories of that awful night. While Mama was having her toenails cut, I took Bobbie to see about Raye and she told me some story about the storm I hadn't heard from Mama. What a thing to look back on! I guess we never forget the big tragedies, or the big blessings.
Mama will be in the hospital until Monday. Dr. Harrison wanted her to have some therapy, but the PT came in today and performed some "push me, pull me" exercises and took her for a walk in the hall, and said she is remarkably strong and balanced for a 92-year-old. She'll be back tomorrow with a HEP for her. Mama wanted to go home today so she could go by the funeral home to see her friend Geri Rumft's family. Not that she could have anyway. But she will miss Geri.
She is breathing noticeably better, but she does want the oxygen. She said she knew she was in the hospital when they put that thing in her nose. She said, "I'm afraid I'm getting addicted to it." I told her that people can't "get addicted" to oxygen because we're born needing it pretty badly. She said well, she felt like she could. I told her to go ahead, we'd see that she got all she needed. The nurse, who had been trying very hard not to laugh, went ahead and giggled and said, "Well, Ms. Cate, I'm going to leave a note for your doctor that you think you need oxygen. I bet he lets you have it." Mama is eating well and still getting rid of a lot of fluid. We're going to buy her a hospital gown or two because it's so easy for her to go to the bathroom. Don't know why I hadn't already thought of that. She says her shingles are much better, but forgets that they are shooting her with painkillers.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to get Don to go with me. He can visit with her during Geri's funeral at 10:00. Then we'll come back to Murray for his friend Murelle's funeral at 2:00. I sang a funeral this morning: that's 3 in 2 days, all for people who were 90+. Makes me realize how blessed I am to still have Mama and Daddy.
Mama will be in the hospital until Monday. Dr. Harrison wanted her to have some therapy, but the PT came in today and performed some "push me, pull me" exercises and took her for a walk in the hall, and said she is remarkably strong and balanced for a 92-year-old. She'll be back tomorrow with a HEP for her. Mama wanted to go home today so she could go by the funeral home to see her friend Geri Rumft's family. Not that she could have anyway. But she will miss Geri.
She is breathing noticeably better, but she does want the oxygen. She said she knew she was in the hospital when they put that thing in her nose. She said, "I'm afraid I'm getting addicted to it." I told her that people can't "get addicted" to oxygen because we're born needing it pretty badly. She said well, she felt like she could. I told her to go ahead, we'd see that she got all she needed. The nurse, who had been trying very hard not to laugh, went ahead and giggled and said, "Well, Ms. Cate, I'm going to leave a note for your doctor that you think you need oxygen. I bet he lets you have it." Mama is eating well and still getting rid of a lot of fluid. We're going to buy her a hospital gown or two because it's so easy for her to go to the bathroom. Don't know why I hadn't already thought of that. She says her shingles are much better, but forgets that they are shooting her with painkillers.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to get Don to go with me. He can visit with her during Geri's funeral at 10:00. Then we'll come back to Murray for his friend Murelle's funeral at 2:00. I sang a funeral this morning: that's 3 in 2 days, all for people who were 90+. Makes me realize how blessed I am to still have Mama and Daddy.
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