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I just got a call from my aunt this evening. My mother is in the hospital in preparation for the insertion of a pacemaker tomorrow.
Yeah, I had no idea.
It's interesting...when I was first away from home, back in the early 90s, I lied to my mother until my lips bled. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'm okay." I was actually behind on rent, blowing my pay on frozen cordon bleu, cigarettes and Doritos, and horribly lonely.
Now, she lies to me. Constantly. "I'm fine. Everything's okay. I'm okay." She doesn't tell me about any new health problems unless I'm right on the verge of a visit, because she knows she can't hide it in person. I didn't know she was having trouble breathing. I didn't know she was so sick at one point that she couldn't even clean the house. I didn't know that her diet consisted of junk food and yogurt because she didn't feel like cooking. And she lies to my brother, as well.
The only way we know she's sick 90% of the time is if her younger sister, my aunt Rosanne, call us to tell us. And half the time my mother threatens to stop telling her about her health problems if she calls us.
So, apparently, my mother had a heart monitor all weekend, which she didn't see fit to tell me about even thought I talked to her on Sunday. She took it back in to the doctor today. An hour later, she gets a call at home: "The doctor would like you to go to the hospital." My mother asked my aunt to drive her (they told her to have someone else drive her over), and then my aunt promptly called me and my brother to let us know.
As soon as I hung up with Rosanne, I called my mother's hospital room and we...had a little talk. We had been planning to go up to visit the weekend after the Fourth, because my mother's church's festival was that weekend. I told her we were coming up THIS weekend and probably NEXT weekend, too, to make sure she was okay. She tried to put us off repeatedly. I told her in no uncertain terms that we WERE coming up.
At that point, I let her go so my brother could call and bawl her out. Then I took supervenusfreak and his brother to the ballgame and came back home. My brother had called. I called him back and we worked out that he and his older son would go up this weekend, so we can go back to our original plan (with extra mother scrutiny!).
It's strange...I didn't have to have my own kids for my mother to get her revenge for my childhood...
Yeah, I had no idea.
It's interesting...when I was first away from home, back in the early 90s, I lied to my mother until my lips bled. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'm okay." I was actually behind on rent, blowing my pay on frozen cordon bleu, cigarettes and Doritos, and horribly lonely.
Now, she lies to me. Constantly. "I'm fine. Everything's okay. I'm okay." She doesn't tell me about any new health problems unless I'm right on the verge of a visit, because she knows she can't hide it in person. I didn't know she was having trouble breathing. I didn't know she was so sick at one point that she couldn't even clean the house. I didn't know that her diet consisted of junk food and yogurt because she didn't feel like cooking. And she lies to my brother, as well.
The only way we know she's sick 90% of the time is if her younger sister, my aunt Rosanne, call us to tell us. And half the time my mother threatens to stop telling her about her health problems if she calls us.
So, apparently, my mother had a heart monitor all weekend, which she didn't see fit to tell me about even thought I talked to her on Sunday. She took it back in to the doctor today. An hour later, she gets a call at home: "The doctor would like you to go to the hospital." My mother asked my aunt to drive her (they told her to have someone else drive her over), and then my aunt promptly called me and my brother to let us know.
As soon as I hung up with Rosanne, I called my mother's hospital room and we...had a little talk. We had been planning to go up to visit the weekend after the Fourth, because my mother's church's festival was that weekend. I told her we were coming up THIS weekend and probably NEXT weekend, too, to make sure she was okay. She tried to put us off repeatedly. I told her in no uncertain terms that we WERE coming up.
At that point, I let her go so my brother could call and bawl her out. Then I took supervenusfreak and his brother to the ballgame and came back home. My brother had called. I called him back and we worked out that he and his older son would go up this weekend, so we can go back to our original plan (with extra mother scrutiny!).
It's strange...I didn't have to have my own kids for my mother to get her revenge for my childhood...