My mother is 87 years old, and just now, she has a medical issue. She has some doctor's appointments coming up. There is nothing I can do for her but be with her. That is all we can ever do, I guess. Hence my anxiety. It is about that and about my own well-being, too. Last night, I took a Xanax to sleep. It helped. . . for awhile. But they wear off, and what are you to do, take another?
All my plans have changed. There will be no late summer vacation trips, I think. All the things put off will stay put off for another year. If I'm lucky.
I shouldn't write when I am bummed. Other people's troubles are not interesting. Stoicism is good. It is a form of toxic masculinity, I've read, but it is what is all we have sometimes.
That and some means of escape. Like Houdini, though, the last escape is always a failure.
ReplyDeleteNot bad - 87 and JUST having a medical issue. That's a goal. I'm sorry for her illness and hope that it isn't too painful, etc.
As my own 88 year old mother's caretaker - we can start an online support group. It ain't easy but it's something to treasure - that gift of time and care. At least I think so - in between all the doctors visits, calls about my being late to drive her - and her worry about almost everything small that concerns her.
It's okay - we're friends here - spill it out. :)
Turned out fine. Just what I thought--a blocked salivary gland. She is grand now.
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