So, I arrived to pick up Mom for her ear appointment today. She was sound asleep in bed...So much so, that I had to rub her head and call her name several times. She seemed a little upset that I woke her, but I know she was looking forward to going because she had one of the girls there put make up on her. So, I get her into her wheelchair, and wheel her out to her car. I lock the wheels on the chair, open the car door, and go to lift her like I do when I move her from her bed to her wheelchair...This is where something goes wrong. What I think happened is that she didn't help me like she usually does. So, she turns into a limp noodle...A 92 lb limp noodle...That is screaming at me...She is saying that I am hurting her arm, her jaw, her foot...She is yelling and crying in my ear while I am trying to move her...Not. Helping. So, I set her down on the door frame of the car for a second, get my footing, try to tune out the screaming, and grab the back of her pants and hike her up into the seat. Whew. She calms down a little, and as I swing her legs into the car, she proceeds to tell me that I did it wrong and I did a horrible job, and I really screwed everything up. So, I ask her if she is hurt, and she says that she is not hurting now, but I really did a bad job...So, I take a deep breath, close her car door, and go around to put my purse in the car so I could heave the wheelchair into the trunk, and as I open the door, I hear my Mom say "oh, my eyebrows are way too dark..."
The other transfers were more successful. Mom did have some emotional rollercoaster moments in the doctor's waiting room. She told me that she is going home, and when she does, it is just going to be her and my Dad and Newman (my dog) and I can just go far away forever. So, I rubbed her head, and told her that Dad is always with her in her heart, wherever she is...And this was apparently the wrong thing to say at this juncture, because she began sobbing in the waiting room. I rubbed her head, and told her that I understand (I can't say "I know" because she emphatically tells me that I do not know...), and then tried to change the subject...Which was successful, and within a minute or two, she was giggling...All in all, the appointment went well, and she can hear once again.
I got her back to the nursing home in one piece, and she went in and immediately asked for her meds, and asked if I would get her coffee. So, I went to get her a cup of coffee, and as I walk back into the room, she is telling the CNA that I dropped her...Oy vey...
Much love.
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