glenmar
Posted : 12/21/2006 8:59:10 PM
I am the youngest. My sisters are 10, (Queen of Mean) 8, (died 11 years ago) and 6 (Sis with MS) years older than me....I was the last shot at a boy and I think the only planned pregnancy......
The oldest sis was fine the entire time she was here. Sis however, is carrying around a ton of guilt that she didn't go over Saturday nite after I left and called her to tell her how worried I was about Mother. Now, I've got my own guilt to carry because I shouldn't have left, or I could have let DS go into town to stay with her as he wanted to do. I left because she seemed agitated that I was still there, and I told my son that going in that late would upset her, as it would have. Sis has a lot of issues, OCD, unbelievably selfish about anyone else spending any time with her kids or grandkids and a host of other things. Unfortunately she has my Mom's power of attorney...she lived in state and the oldest one is wierd so Mother didn't want her to handle things. I apologized to her today....for blowing up at her (after she backed me into a corner and wouldn't let me leave until she unloaded on me and told me I need a shrink)....I'm not sure why I felt the need to do so, other than that us being at each others throats is the last thing Mom would want.......
So, this morning my oldest son and I had a heck of a time waking Mother up.....she kept trying to go back to sleep despite sleeping very soundly all nite. Mike got her going and laughing...and asking for her feet to be tickled...sis showed up actually on time so I could take Mike to the airport, where of course his flight was delayed....when I got back she was sleeping again so after a bit, I figured I'd leave and come home...sis, her daughter and my second son were all there. I did a bit of shopping since I'd done NOTHING for DH or DS for Christmas, then kept getting a nagging feeling and called the hospital. Ryan told me that she was flashing back on Sunday morning....screaming out for help, saying that she'd fallen and was hurt. So I turned around and went back.
Mother was horribly agitated....shaking her head compulsively, moaning and crying that she was in pain. I don't know if the pain was NOW or remembered pain, but Dr. Dork was called and ordered adavan (sp) and that calmed her right down, and back to sleep. One of the house docs came up to see her...and we all really liked him.....plus he was cute as heck.....he suggested a central line for her (pic line), which is a great idea as many times as her IV's have to be restarted, a psych consult, another excellent idea and hopefully that doc will be able to talk with her...find her in a clear moment....she has a safety sitter for tonite and I'll be back first thing in the morning again.
Before Mom got her meds and fell asleep, I told her that if she was ready to go, if it was time for her to go and be with daddy, that it was ok to go. That we all love her and will miss her terribly, but that we'll be ok. I hope to heaven that was the right thing to say.
I'm exhausted, the many cups of coffee are eating holes in my stomach and I need rest. But, the candle is lit.....