It is nothing for my mom to call me and say, "Felicia, I've suffered another debilitating fall." These happen on a regular basis. She never gets hurt really badly, a skinned elbow, a bruise, or just a really funny story to tell. She has a way of describing things that can make a person fall on the floor laughing to which she says, "I'm so glad the great tragedies of my life bring you so much happiness." Yes, my mom says everything with a hint/heap of sarcasm.
With that being said you need to know I am not a nurturing person by nature. If you are sick I'm sorry but I'm probably not going to wait on you hand and foot. When I'm sick I want to be left alone, checked on, but not bothered. So likewise that is how I treat the sick and afflicted. Note that this non nurturing behavior does not often appeal to my mom's random accidents/ailments.
During Christmas Break I remember my mom telling me that she ran into a step ladder in her kitchen. Why was a step ladder in the kitchen? She had used it to change a light bulb...then in the midst of holiday cooking decided that it could act as extra counter space and propped a croc pot on it. Who doesn't use a step ladder as counter space in their kitchen...right? (quirky) Okay so in a whirlwind she turned around...forgot she left the step ladder in the kitchen and ran into it with her leg. Much like a stubbed toe can make you see stars my mom's run in with the ladder did the same. ---Know that I was most likely doing something important when my mom told me this story the first time...like laundry, checking my email, or reading a magazine...I only heard it with one ear...and didn't pay much attention...
That is until fast forwarding two weeks to New Year's Day that she says my leg is hurting. I very sarcastically say, "OOOOooo just let me look at it" when I did I was alarmed...not a bruise in sight..no open wound..notta...just a swollen, very pink, very feverish area where she hit the ladder....hmmm. I said, "you should get that seen about."
Sunday rolls around and I, the non nurturing girl I am, call my mom to check on her leg...she drives the .8 miles from her house to mine to show me. It is pinker/red, bigger, and more swollen. Cullen assesses the area and says, "Yep, I'd have that seen about Sarah Sue."
After church Sunday night I decided to be an all out golden child and go see how the patient was making it...I decided we would be visiting the E.R.
Four hours later I was very much into my new book, Beth Moore's "Praying God's Words", I had joked with my mom about her funeral plans, we had facebook stalked all we could, I had texted pics of mom's leg to my Dr.Sis-N-Law, and had managed to germ-x my hands 12 times. I also managed a photoshoot with her as well. We knew nothing more of the illness than something was wrong.
I have neglected to tell you readers that my mom works at the E.R. in our local hospital. They know her as the one that cooks for them. They all just love Ms. Sarah Sue. Well, Sunday they thought she was losing her mind letting her leg look like that. It wasn't her fault it happened kinda overnight.
Okay so after blood tests and x-rays they send her home to come back Monday. Monday they admitted her for what they didn't know but some type of infection. She is home after three days and two nights there but still not a clue what is wrong with her leg...cellulitis, strep, staph...not really sure. Her spirits stayed up, she wasn't as funny as usual, but she was a little under the weather. While my nursing skills are not up to par, I did really well on checking in and making sure she was well fed so that counts for something.
Please keep her in your prayers as we are awaiting to see if she will have to see an infection specialist for this odd ailment.
1 comment:
love her, love her, love her..She should write a book, you should make her start jotting things down..and will you make me copies of her recipes?
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