Yesterday, while I was complaining about not being able to sleep, my Mom found herself in the emergency room.
Yeah, that totally put me in my place.
Mom’s not going to like me telling the world this, but, here goes anyway…
Mom has hip dysplasia. Or she did, before the hip replacement surgerys. All three of them. I inherited it–though my bad hip is in better shape than Mom’s good hip.
One of her new hips isn’t tight enough, and can pop out of joint. That’s what happened yesterday. She went first, to the emergency room local to her, but they weren’t comfortable popping it back into place, so they sent her to the closest big hospital–an hour and a half away. Add in all the administrative stuff, and that makes it two hours away.
She’s okay–really sore, but okay. I, however, have been recruited to come help take care of her, and clean house in preparation for the party that is being thrown for my grandparent’s 60th wedding anniversary.
So…yeah. I’m at my parent’s house again, for a few days, at least. We’ll see how it goes. Max and Lulu aren’t to happy to be back here again, but at least this time, there are no little hands to pull ears and tails.
Which is good, because I do too much of that as it is.