I'm too tired to write much. I will try to remedy that tomorrow. I wanted to give a brief update, though.
Mother has had a pretty good day. She's eating better. She just sleeps a lot. I think that's common for someone who had general anesthesia surgery less than a week ago.I keep telling myself to not expect too much. She's 77 years old and has been through quite an ordeal. It's sad, though, to see her in such poor shape. I have to constantly distract myself with household tasks so I don't get weepy.
Bruce ran a lot of errands all day. He bought Michael's baseball equipment, which was a huge help. He took Alesia to get a new phone card. He is such a good uncle.
Lesleigh came over late this afternoon and stayed for dinner. We had a good visit. Bruce made scallops for dinner. I did cauliflower with cheese, and we had Sister Schubert yeast rolls which are awesome.Chocolate dipped strawberries for dessert.
I took Mike and went to the movie at 4:30, The Fighter. Excellent movie, but man there was a lot of cussing in it.
When we were chatting with Mother earlier, Bruce reminded me of something that I had not thought of in more than 30 years. Those sorts of recovered memories are always bizarre to me - once I hear Mom or Bruce tell the memory, it all comes back, but before that it's buried in my mind. Anyway, when I was 12 or 13, I think, we were at our cottage on the lake. There was a rope swing out over the water that had been there for ages, and we loved to swing on it and drop into the water. This was a bluff about half a mile from the cottage. Bruce swung out and dropped, and the rope broke. He landed in the boat, his leg over the side. It was just a small metal fishing boat but we thought he'd broken his leg. He was in agonizing pain. I took off swimming, which was the fastest way back to our place. I swam something like half a mile, as hard as I could. Bruce remembered that for years. He would've done the same for me. When I see someone I love in pain, it distresses me. I have to do something.Maybe that's why the memory has affected me so much since we talked about it.
I feel so helpless right now to do anything for Mother. I help her with her medication, and try to fix foods she likes to eat, brush her hair, etc. (I made chicken salad for lunch.) I feel so bad she is still weak and feels lousy. Please pray she makes a more speedy recovery.
My friend Stephanie is facing a terrible situation with one of her children, and so is my friend Ainslee. I don't want to break confidences here, but please pray for God's mercy in both those situations. Another friend of mine lost out on a job she needs after searching for several years. They had flown her to interview then gave the job to someone else. So distressing to hear. Please pray for her.
Gotta try to get some sleep. I have to type first or I can't sleep.
This was a couple of years before the rope swing accident but it's the same lake and same boat we were using. Bruce didn't break his leg by the way, but it was a terrible deep tissue/nerve wound.
