My poor lola
Lola had surgery a little over a week ago. She stayed longer than expected in the hospital because she was still in a lot of pain after her surgery, even though the doctors said she would go home soon after. She is home now, still in pain. Today I found her just sitting up on her bed, holding on to the back of the chair nearby. The room was very quiet, her eyes closed, but closed so tightly like she looked like she was in pain. I guess her medicine is wearing off and she couldn't bear the pain while lying down. I ask her what is wrong, in my broken tagalog. She is so tired, so sleepy yet she must remain restless because of the pain. I sit by her, putting my hand on her back. I feel helpless. She points to the unplugged clock radio by her T.V. I get up and look for an electric socket. A tricky task but I find one behind a shelf. Even tricker was getting to it. I take out thick binders blocking it. My lola tells me to stop, she doesn't want to be a bother. I keep at it. I managed to squeeze my hands through the tight space between the wall and the shelve. Struggling. Almost got it. Push...harder. There, got it. I drew back, raise my head and BANG, hit my head on the shelf. I moan and rub my throbbing head. I hear laughter. Actually, it was more like a chuckle. It was my lola. My pain immediately goes away.