Weekend.

I thought I would write you about my weekend, in short form. Later in other posts, I will be able to explain the entire story about my mother, for those who wish to know. If anyone reads this, of course and has any questions, I would be happy to answer them: mellycious.massacre@live.ca.

My weekend started on Thursday. On this particular day, I wake up sick. Like, I mean, ridiculous flu sick. My grandmother believes that I’m faking my sneezing too, because it’s like this, oh nvm. So anyways, I end up having to work for her, but then by noon, she’s driving me up the wall so I ask her to go see my mom finally, to get the news out of her. I got the news, and ended up staying there all night. And, Friday, I got a call from my grandmother saying it’s about time I come home. So I did. She made up this excuse that there was stuff for me to do, and when I walked back there and asked, she had nothing for me to do. So I wrote all night, and went back to sleep on the floor. Saturday Morning, I went back to my mom’s, only to find her in extreme pain. So one of her 459849584 nurses assessed her and called the ambulance. Man, I love paramedics. Anyways, so we get to the hospital, wait a few hours for the doctor to tell me it’s just water retention and give us water pills, which I ended up having to walk across town for. I stay at her house with her, and care for her in between the nurses. Saturday night is unbearable. She’s in pain, crying in her sleep. She started wailing every time her foot fell off the hospital bed, because it was twisting her knee joint. So I spent all night, sitting on her coffee table, RIGHT beside her to move her feet closer to the center of the bed before it went off the bed again. 18 times, she started crying. When I went into the kitchen to find something to keep me awake, she moved again. It was like; she was doing it on purpose to make me stay close again.


Sunday morning, her leg was worse, naturally, so again one of the nurses assessed her again and called the ambulance. We waited longer at the hospital, and by the time the doctor had come she was in a bed and I was sleeping in the same bed with her –for 3 hours. They gave her an IV this time, with an anti-biotic that wouldn’t interfere with her Gabapentin, Vorinostat and her Amitriptyline and her Morphine pump, whom she named “George/Buddy”, and sent her home again. I’m following up with her tonight, to see how the second IV is working on her.

This was the shortest version I could write. Please, if you have any questions, comments or just want to say hi, remember to email me. Happy to hear from you!