My Mother The Dowager Duchess had a miserable day Friday. She was weak and tired. Although the surgery successfully solved her back and nerve problems, the slower-than-she-would-like recovery made even slower by a collection of complications had really taken its toll. As a result of some of those not-unusual complications, she’s grown weaker, less active, and more depressed. Due to some tests that had to be done and her lack of strength, she wasn’t allowed to get physical therapy Friday and that really sent her crashing. She looked at me and said sadly, “This isn’t me.” I continue to be the sunshine committee, but it does take its toll.
What a Difference a Day Makes
The Kid Brother arrived at 9 this morning (Saturday). I ran over to the hospital at 10:30 for an intended quick pre-lunch visit with my mother. I was elated to find her in the physical therapy room just beginning her workout. She was doing leg-lifts.
I went to lunch with The Kid Brother (and, of course, skee-ball) and returned to the hospital around 2:15. My mother said she had a great workout and even walked a bit in the hall. She ate (and actually enjoyed) lunch sitting in the chair in her room (a first) and remained in the chair until just before I arrived.
|MAYBE SHE WON’T GET BACK ON THE HORSE THAT THREW HER,
BUT SHE IS CLEARLY GETTING BACK ON HER FEET.
NEW YORK POLICE DEPARTMENT ON PATROL (CLICK FOR A BIGGER HORSE).
We spent two hours talking on a variety of subjects, few of which had anything to do with her health. Even she could appreciate how much better she was today. (And… San Geraldo will be back from South Dakota Sunday afternoon!!!)
We’re here to handle things together…