Last week we learned that the woman who had been caring for Larry and Trisha's mom's dog ... Larry and Trisha's mom's dog ... right; had to make the most difficult of decisions. Sandy was having no more good days. Still, two years of a very loving exchange since Veronica had expressed her wshes for our little girl, this was heartbreaking news.
This week my little mom, in a downpour, struggled in and out in and out of my car as we hunted for her Dr's office. They had moved from original location before her last visit. She checked before coming in case they had moved AGAIN. They assured her she had the right location (yes they are still on Tippecanoe ...). I trust her on this. Mom is "all there" - can rattle off dates of last visits and past surgeries like no one I know.
I wonder what penalty it is that must be imposed for taking time with 87 yr. olds on walkers dripping from the rain. Believe me, as I came into the conversation after parking the car, I almost bit the tongue through What is it that they DO to their employees if they just take a little more time to be informative? Perhaps it is a reward for the slight reprimand that is the incentive. ? Even mom doesn't remember every piece of mail that was sent to her two years ago announcing a relocation.
In the car she cried. ... Now I was tasting blood:
"Can't they be a little more helpful to someone in my situation? I called ahead. Shouldn't they know?"
"Mom, you just don't sound like an 87 year old that uses a walker over the phone."
I got a little smile, but ...
"I tell them I'm at Park Vista!"
"Mom, They probably think you work there."
BUSTS out laughing!
That great Schuller laugh. 'Warms my heart.
Did you know there are two brick buildings marked "B" just across Rt. 224 on Tippecanoe? What do they DO to these people?
One script for pain pills (Dr.- in reference to possible addiction problems: "At 87? So what! We can't have you living in pain! Take a pill! So what!" - I like him) and an MRI scan later, we are on our way home. We'll see next week if she's a candidate for surgery.
I'm going to miss my mom in the Philippines.
This week my little mom, in a downpour, struggled in and out in and out of my car as we hunted for her Dr's office. They had moved from original location before her last visit. She checked before coming in case they had moved AGAIN. They assured her she had the right location (yes they are still on Tippecanoe ...). I trust her on this. Mom is "all there" - can rattle off dates of last visits and past surgeries like no one I know.
I wonder what penalty it is that must be imposed for taking time with 87 yr. olds on walkers dripping from the rain. Believe me, as I came into the conversation after parking the car, I almost bit the tongue through What is it that they DO to their employees if they just take a little more time to be informative? Perhaps it is a reward for the slight reprimand that is the incentive. ? Even mom doesn't remember every piece of mail that was sent to her two years ago announcing a relocation.
In the car she cried. ... Now I was tasting blood:
"Can't they be a little more helpful to someone in my situation? I called ahead. Shouldn't they know?"
"Mom, you just don't sound like an 87 year old that uses a walker over the phone."
I got a little smile, but ...
"I tell them I'm at Park Vista!"
"Mom, They probably think you work there."
BUSTS out laughing!
That great Schuller laugh. 'Warms my heart.
Did you know there are two brick buildings marked "B" just across Rt. 224 on Tippecanoe? What do they DO to these people?
One script for pain pills (Dr.- in reference to possible addiction problems: "At 87? So what! We can't have you living in pain! Take a pill! So what!" - I like him) and an MRI scan later, we are on our way home. We'll see next week if she's a candidate for surgery.
I'm going to miss my mom in the Philippines.
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