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Two days ago my mom tripped and shattered her pinky finger. She fell on it, the pinky joint dislocated and the finger itself bent at a 90 degree angle, breaking both bones in the finger itself, as well as piercing through the skin. The nerve damage is currently so severe that she has no sensation in her finger whatsoever. Gross, man.
The downside is that she can't really do that much without assistance. She can't butter her toast, she can't wash her hair, she can't dress herself. So I am mom-sitting.
I am also helping my sister's boyfriend move out of his apartment, in preparation for him to meet with Alison in Toronto (its been a crazy couple of weeks). I was telling him how weird it was to have an incapacitated parent. Some of you will know what its like. But my parents are some of the most capable people I know.
Anyways, as it turns out, his mother had brain cancer a few years ago, and is seriously debilitated after all the chemo/ radiation treatments were done. She aged 20 years in one. I have no words. I can't imagine a world without my mother and father, but I suppose that reality is pending, isn't it.
And here I am, all worked out of joint because my mom broke her finger. Perspective is becoming increasingly important, the older I get. But why do I feel like I'm still 17?
I should socialise more. Somebody drag me out of my apartment, please.
The downside is that she can't really do that much without assistance. She can't butter her toast, she can't wash her hair, she can't dress herself. So I am mom-sitting.
I am also helping my sister's boyfriend move out of his apartment, in preparation for him to meet with Alison in Toronto (its been a crazy couple of weeks). I was telling him how weird it was to have an incapacitated parent. Some of you will know what its like. But my parents are some of the most capable people I know.
Anyways, as it turns out, his mother had brain cancer a few years ago, and is seriously debilitated after all the chemo/ radiation treatments were done. She aged 20 years in one. I have no words. I can't imagine a world without my mother and father, but I suppose that reality is pending, isn't it.
And here I am, all worked out of joint because my mom broke her finger. Perspective is becoming increasingly important, the older I get. But why do I feel like I'm still 17?
I should socialise more. Somebody drag me out of my apartment, please.