SeaLavender of Simmer
Jul. 21st, 2017 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAfter a long day of various tests, my mother is back at home in her apartment, apparently with no diagnosis. I haven't heard a detailed rundown from the Duchess yet, but the stress test revealed she has a strong heart and is not having cardiac insufficiency. They think that maybe her hiatal hernia caused her to feel some pain that was referred to her chest area. The general weakness and shortness of breath might have been caused by the fact that it's been very hot out, and she has been eating less than usual because she felt too busy and food didn't seem appetizing. I'm sorry the Duchess had to spend hours and hours at the hospital, and I also appreciate her very much for doing it! I offered to come down and help out, but she said "one of us is enough!"
I didn't sleep well last night, both because of worry and because my joints were painful. I had taken a walk to try to start back on the road to restoration after a week of travel, which is always debilitating. So I've been kind of groggy all day, as well as distracted by texting about my mother. I enjoyed a visit from the Duchess' daughter, Dr. Nurse. I felt impelled to make some cookies before her arrival, just in case she brought her young man along. As it turned out, he didn't come, but I sent her off with a bag full of cookies for their road trip to his brother's wedding in Indiana. Then I had lunch with the Unitarian ladies. It was kind of hard making conversation with them all. Much of the talk was about problems too similar to my own: a mother having to be moved to a higher level of care, loved ones with health problems, sad thoughts about recent deaths. I welcomed the occasional cat story or new haircut!
After that, I was very very tired, took a nap, and woke up just in time to call my mother and find her being helped into her bed, safe at home. I'm very grateful for the assisted care home, where I know she'll be watched over. In between things, I read bits of my latest self-help book, Gretchen Rubin's "Better than Before." It's all about how to form and benefit by good habits. Alas, pretty much all the things she describes as being bad for your habit formation are things that I do. I was so glad to get home from my travels, and had all kinds of intentions to get back to work and accomplish many splendid things. It has not worked out that way . . . but maybe tomorrow . . . .
I didn't sleep well last night, both because of worry and because my joints were painful. I had taken a walk to try to start back on the road to restoration after a week of travel, which is always debilitating. So I've been kind of groggy all day, as well as distracted by texting about my mother. I enjoyed a visit from the Duchess' daughter, Dr. Nurse. I felt impelled to make some cookies before her arrival, just in case she brought her young man along. As it turned out, he didn't come, but I sent her off with a bag full of cookies for their road trip to his brother's wedding in Indiana. Then I had lunch with the Unitarian ladies. It was kind of hard making conversation with them all. Much of the talk was about problems too similar to my own: a mother having to be moved to a higher level of care, loved ones with health problems, sad thoughts about recent deaths. I welcomed the occasional cat story or new haircut!
After that, I was very very tired, took a nap, and woke up just in time to call my mother and find her being helped into her bed, safe at home. I'm very grateful for the assisted care home, where I know she'll be watched over. In between things, I read bits of my latest self-help book, Gretchen Rubin's "Better than Before." It's all about how to form and benefit by good habits. Alas, pretty much all the things she describes as being bad for your habit formation are things that I do. I was so glad to get home from my travels, and had all kinds of intentions to get back to work and accomplish many splendid things. It has not worked out that way . . . but maybe tomorrow . . . .
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