Want!
Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.
I suddenly want a t-shirt with Wimpy on it and the famous words, “If you give me a hamburger today, I’ll gladly pay you on Tuesday.”
It would sum up my life about now.
And for those who don’t know/remember who Wimpy is, here’s a picture.
Mum’s getting worse. She now has an infection inside, an infection outside and other un-related infections from her immune system being compromised. She’s also getting harder to take care of, as she’s now refusing to take her antibiotics due to them making her ill.
Also, something happened the other day that I feel bad about, but don’t think I should. See, she went that day to see the new OB-GYN (her surgeon was fired), and after a bit of an issue because I was too tired (only had two hrs sleep) and sick, I couldn’t take her. So she was in pain, with a horrible headache from her antibiotics and had to drive 30 mins to the office, only to find out they never recorded her appointment. Luckily, she had her card with he to prove she indeed did have an appointment, and the receptionist went off to see if the doctor would take her.
Now, let me pause here and tell you something about my other. My mom…well, she doesn’t read people well. Body language, tone of voice, none of it. You can say something jokingly, and she’ll take it seriously. You can say something casually, and it’s an insult. She’s done this pretty much as far as I can remember so it’s understandable, but still hard to work with.
So the receptionist comes back and says ‘we’re able to fit you in’, in probably (as I obviously wasn’t there) the tone of ‘yay, good news!’. Unfortunately, mum heard it as if the receptionist had said, ‘well, even though you screwed up, we still managed to squeeze you in out of the goodness of our hearts’.
So everything’s set, right?
Wrong. As anyone who has an Ob-Gyn knows, your appointments mean nothing when a baby suddenly decides to make it’s entrance into the world. So everyone’s appointments were re-scheduled due to the dr needing to be at the hospital.
I’m sitting in the living room, absently watching tv, and suddenly the phone rings. I answer it, only to be confronted with a sobbing mother, who is really upset by the way the staff ‘treated her’. I talk to her for a bit, getting more and more angry and when I hang up, I call the office.
Now, my mother had explicitly told me NOT to call the office, and I’ll admit I was wrong in disobeying her wishes. But…she’s my MOM and she was crying.
So I called the office, ready to rip off heads (though my manners showed through and I managed to be polite). I asked the lady who answered (after introducing myself), if they knew that one of the patients was out in the parking lot, crying because of her treatment.
The lady and I then had a nice conversation about what happened and discussing both sides of the situation and I hung up, reassured they did not intentionally upset my mother, and better prepared for when she came home to help her calm down.
Unfortunately, when mum found out about the call (I hadn’t planned on telling her, it just came out), she flipped out and got VERY upset and embaressed.
Hence my guilt, since that was no where near my intention, I just wanted to have the information I needed to ‘fix things’ (not that that happened).
She finally calmed down after talking ith her shrink though.
(and no, I don’t need comments about how I’m a bad daughter, I feel shitty enough, thanks).