Tonight I finally called for a home visit. I actually had made an appointment for her for tomorrow with her regular doctor, but tonight her moaning and yelling (really) was too much. Why didn't I do this days ago. I am terrible. Of course, there are three grown adults in the house, why didn't anyone else suggest it. I tend to think my mom whinges a lot. So I figured she is just making a fuss. I am so unfeeling.
Anyways, at this point I have escaped upstairs for a bit to ignore her complaining, hoping a dr will arrive within the next half-hour or so (they promised us 1-1/2 to 2 hour wait).
Of course, my mom, looks at her life this way. After I called the dr, she asked me...what can he possibly do for me? He will probably send me to a hospital for an x-ray. And if I go to a hospital, I will probably not ever come back.
Shivers...how am i supposed to react to that?
I am impatient with her because she is old. And one day I will be old and my kids will be impatient with me. How sad. My husband and son are more patient with her than I am.
But, I look at her, and see myself 32 years hence. And it frightens the shit out of me.
