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< / > Broken Feet July 03, 2005 *~* 6:47 p.m. What an incredible long day. I'm not sure exactly how my mother managed to fall on her heels, but she was painting in the bathroom, standing on the counterop barefoot and lost her balance. She feel and was just writhing on the floor in pain, holding her feet and panting with the effort and so on. And Amanda had called moments before to come over, so she did just after this happened. And it was awful. She was just rolling on the floor and trying to make it stop hurting and finally we decided we had to go to the Emergency Room but we had no way to get her to the car since she couldn't put weight on her feet. We rolled her in the computer desk chair to the door then Amanda and I carried her to the car and then waited for-fucking-ever at the ER before we got back to the room and there were incompetent ER techs and so much just complete shit and then the X-rays came back and she had managed to fracture both of her heel bones. And I am so selfish that all I can think about is how much the next several weeks are just going to suck, not only for her (though obviously much more so) but for the rest of us and that Alex will be no help at all because she's too scatterbrained and easily flustered and little to do anything, so it will mostly be me that is in charge of nursing behaviour. It's going to be so difficult, particularly since we're such a family that doesn't talk about emotions or feelings but just bottles things up. And my dad's coming on Tuesday for Alex's birthday. And that plane ticket to Baltimore. And the house being bashed in (though that's mostly resolved). And just the general stress of summer and too much togetherness in a family of three emotional women. What fun. damnit all. |