adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

It has not been the best of days. Last night, my mom fell and I had to get her to the emergency room at the Graceville hospital. I'm thankful that we have a hospital less than four miles away, here; if this had happened back in Steinhatchee, I would have had a 40 mile drive up to Perry.

Anyway, after the usual hours spent sitting, the x-rays, the filling out of forms and all the rest, I've got her home with a cracked rib but nothing more serious. She fell asleep sitting on the edge of her bed while watching television and tumbled over. Mom will be in pain for a while and needs to take it easy. But then, I tell her that all the time anyway.

And we will have to make sure it doesn't lead to her breathing too shallowly (because of the pain) and perhaps inviting pneumonia. All this drives home the fact that I can't really take off for very long and leave her here; being a care-giver is a 24/7 job unless I can get someone else to take the responsibility for a day or two occasionally. This is not promising in terms of going to weekend festivals and such (not to mention the whole relationship thing) but I'll just handle that as I can when it comes along.


pineyflatwoodsgirl said...

I can really relate to your situation, Stephen....Be patient and your time will come again...You are doing a good thing for your mum....You're a good son....

Stephen B said...

I'd be the last one to deny that being 'needed' can be a reward in and of itself, so I'm not liable to complain. If nothing else, it gives me a sense of purpose -- something that can be hard to come by at times, especially when the 'creative' work seems self-indulgent and meaningless.