I’m done, as the saying goes.
Got a call from the nursing home at 9 pm. Mom was in extreme pain, but refusing all meds, spitting them out, refusing to eat, inconsolable, incoherent, afraid. Extreme pain does that to a person. It cross-wires your brain, makes it difficult to think coherently. When you’re someone already compromised by Alzheimer’s, it becomes a terrifying swirl.
When we arrived, she was in her chair near the nursing station (they had her nearby so she wouldn’t try to get out of bed or tear off the dressing on her hand — soft cast and ace bandage — which she’d already done twice that evening in an effort to figure out “what was wrong” with her broken hand). She was crying, moaning “Won’t somebody help me, please somebody help me.” Her relief in seeing us was the relief of a terrified child. I got her to take her meds at last, but of course the pain was so over the top at this point that it was going to take a very long time to get on top of it again (if it even could). We’d brought her some tea and made her some toast and got a little into her. She hadn’t eaten much since the night before the fall, so she was probably hungry as well, but couldn’t express it.
We finally left at 10:30 so they could put her to bed. I’m praying she was able to sleep, to leave her cast alone, to renew at least a little bit. She’s going to be in pain for some time since the &*#&*$*&$ hospital never iced the injury when it first occurred, so the swelling is quite extreme and that’s what’s causing the pain more than the broken finger. They iced it last night and, I hope, will continue to do so if they can get Mom to leave it alone.
We came home, I popped a beer, and (being the lightweight I am) got a happy buzz on a single Corona. “The Empire Strikes Back” is a much better film when you have a happy buzz. Went to bed around midnight, got woken twice by incoming text messages from a concerned family member (neither of which I responded to, but sheesh…you couldn’t wait for a decent hour?) My phone is now my constant companion which is not my usual state of things, but there you have it. The umbilical cord is restored, only now my mom is the child.