"When The Saints Go Marching In"
Mom pulled out her feeding tube for the umpteenth time early Sunday morning. I got the call from Big Bro' around 6:AM and never fell back to sleep.
After the fiasco with Altar Guild, I tried hopping on the red line, but, got detained by so many people who hadn't seen me in a long time that I didn't board the next train until nearly 1:00. To make a long story short, I went first to the emergency room of the hospital, where replacing the tube requires actual surgery (which explains why no one can quite grasp how Mom has the will power to actually yank the thing out) and found out that Mom had already been discharged.
By the time I arrived at the nursing home, Mom was lying in bed, in a house dress put on backwards. She was peaceful and acted as though nothing at all had happened.
I decided that I didn't have much time before I would have to leave again for Intersection and began playing excerpts from the old Ed Sullivan Show via my Kindle. In no time at all, the musical numbers and comedy skits clicked on something in her prefrontal lobe and Mom began singing, "When The Saints Go Marching In". I've decided to add Ed Sullivan to my bag of regularly scheduled programming.
I met Big Bro' on the sidewalk outside and he offered me a ride to the Flushing train station. He had never been on the bus route and it was fun giving him directions through the old, leafy neighborhoods on a perfectly sunny spring day. It enabled me to get to St. Mike's again, this time to help set up the hospitality table for Intersection.
After the fiasco with Altar Guild, I tried hopping on the red line, but, got detained by so many people who hadn't seen me in a long time that I didn't board the next train until nearly 1:00. To make a long story short, I went first to the emergency room of the hospital, where replacing the tube requires actual surgery (which explains why no one can quite grasp how Mom has the will power to actually yank the thing out) and found out that Mom had already been discharged.
By the time I arrived at the nursing home, Mom was lying in bed, in a house dress put on backwards. She was peaceful and acted as though nothing at all had happened.
I decided that I didn't have much time before I would have to leave again for Intersection and began playing excerpts from the old Ed Sullivan Show via my Kindle. In no time at all, the musical numbers and comedy skits clicked on something in her prefrontal lobe and Mom began singing, "When The Saints Go Marching In". I've decided to add Ed Sullivan to my bag of regularly scheduled programming.
I met Big Bro' on the sidewalk outside and he offered me a ride to the Flushing train station. He had never been on the bus route and it was fun giving him directions through the old, leafy neighborhoods on a perfectly sunny spring day. It enabled me to get to St. Mike's again, this time to help set up the hospitality table for Intersection.