More updates on Mommy...
I meant to write a post yesterday, but the pain medication for my extracted tooth really knocked me out. Codine is really powerful stuff. It gets the job done, but it makes you unconscious in the process. :P
Yesterday, Mom started eating soft foods again, like yogurts and puddings. Since the last meal she had was the pancake breakfast we had that morning, Dianne said that "she ate a lot." Today, Mom is getting surgical skin grafts done on her right hand. Dianne promised to give me a call tonight as to how that went.
I was able to speak to Mom yesterday when Dad called me from the cell phone. Her voice is sounding a lot more clearer over the phone, so I imagine the swelling in her face has slightly subsided. She sounded more concerned about my tooth extraction than about her own burned body. I guess a strong mothering instinct for protection has greater hold than the self preserving instinct against pain.
Over the phone, my sister commented to me that Dad was slightly worried about me since he "hasn't seen me cry about Mommy yet." Dianne related to him how I actually held it together until later on that Christmas Eve, when she and I held each other while I bawled my eyes out. She then proceeded to cry over the phone with me about how hard it is and how she's trying to be strong for Mom and Dad, how she misses me already, yet she's so proud considering how much I got accomplished while I'm in South Carolina and how strong I am now.
Funny, I don't feel strong. If anything, I do have resilience. Yet that's only possible because I'm constantly keeping in touch with my emotions and trying to keep a balance. I also have a better opportunity to vent here when it starts to go beyond my control, and it makes my burdens much lighter.
So for all those who ask if they could do anything for me, guess what? You already are doing something through reading my ramblings and providing your prayers and/or best wishes. Thank you all so much.
I will keep you posted....
Yesterday, Mom started eating soft foods again, like yogurts and puddings. Since the last meal she had was the pancake breakfast we had that morning, Dianne said that "she ate a lot." Today, Mom is getting surgical skin grafts done on her right hand. Dianne promised to give me a call tonight as to how that went.
I was able to speak to Mom yesterday when Dad called me from the cell phone. Her voice is sounding a lot more clearer over the phone, so I imagine the swelling in her face has slightly subsided. She sounded more concerned about my tooth extraction than about her own burned body. I guess a strong mothering instinct for protection has greater hold than the self preserving instinct against pain.
Over the phone, my sister commented to me that Dad was slightly worried about me since he "hasn't seen me cry about Mommy yet." Dianne related to him how I actually held it together until later on that Christmas Eve, when she and I held each other while I bawled my eyes out. She then proceeded to cry over the phone with me about how hard it is and how she's trying to be strong for Mom and Dad, how she misses me already, yet she's so proud considering how much I got accomplished while I'm in South Carolina and how strong I am now.
Funny, I don't feel strong. If anything, I do have resilience. Yet that's only possible because I'm constantly keeping in touch with my emotions and trying to keep a balance. I also have a better opportunity to vent here when it starts to go beyond my control, and it makes my burdens much lighter.
So for all those who ask if they could do anything for me, guess what? You already are doing something through reading my ramblings and providing your prayers and/or best wishes. Thank you all so much.
I will keep you posted....