Mom's in the Hospital

 It's been a hell of a week at this point. Certainly, a Fourth of July Weekend that feels like it dragged on forever. 

As I posted earlier, my Mom fell, and well, initially, we thought she twisted her ankle. I wanted her to go to the ER just to be sure that was the case and that she hadn't suffered a full break. But my Mom is agoraphobic, and so this was a struggle.

Well, on Tuesday, she finally gave in, and EMS took her to the local hospital. And as it turned out, yes, she did indeed break her ankle. Complete fibula break and tibia chip and crack. For a while, it was up in the air as to whether she'd need surgery or not, but at present, it seems that the doctors are confident it will heal clean with a cast or boot. But regardless of whether she ended up having surgery, or a cast, the recovery is going to be a long-term thing. It will be at least a month before she can actually put pressure on her ankle.

I've been more or less living at the hospital since Tuesday and have just now gotten home with the intent of actually sleeping here tonight. So it goes without saying things have been hectic. I'm physically and emotionally exhausted, but I'm too anxious to sleep at the moment. So it seemed like as good a time as any to update everyone.

Tomorrow they should be transferring my Mom to a rehab facility where she'll stay for about a month. By the end of it, hopefully, she'll be back on her feet and have a better range of motion than before she broke her ankle. At least, I'm praying as much. Still, I'm not anticipating getting back to work on much of anything until Monday at the very least. By then, my Mom should be in the facility, and things can kind of slip into a bit of a routine. At the very least, things will be less tumultuous and feeling as up in the air as they still do now. (Seriously, I can't tell you how many conflicting or constantly changing things I've heard from the dozens of doctors that have come in and out of her room for the last 48 hours. And not all of them have my trust.)

So yeah, that's it for now...I'm going to go try and sleep some of this awfulness off and pray things get smoother from here on out. Thanks everyone for the continued support.

-Wasty

Taking Care of my Mom

 Yeah, I've been holding off on updating you guys on this, primarily because I've been hoping I would have been able to get my mother to the hospital and get her properly checked out. But here we are.

So last Friday, my mother more than likely twisted her ankle...(Hopefully not broken). We had to call in the EMS to take a look at her and help her back to her bed as I couldn't support her full weight on my own. Despite wanting the EMS to take her to the hospital and have an actual doctor look at her, she refused to go. Since then, things have been very frustrating, exhausting, and tense. My already awful sleep has been that much worse because my mother can't get up from bed at all now, which means I've taken on transporting a portable urinal and cleaning up after her as much as I can. For her sake, I won't go into further detail, but it has become very tough to handle alone. I feel guilty for the things I can't handle and frustrated and angry over the things my mother refuses to listen to me about. While I try to be understanding of her Agoraphobia, I feel I'm doing her a disservice by simply allowing or accepting she won't do things she's 'afraid to do.'

Aside from being physically exhausted, I'm also emotionally exhausted. I'm burnt out and just not in the best headspace to work despite my best efforts to force it. Needless to say, everything has been set back thanks to this, and I'm at a loss as to how to proceed. I'm going to try to get in work here and there over the next few days, but I don't expect anything to get back into the normal flow for at least a week. For that, I'm truly sorry. I will try and keep everyone posted as things progress and if anything changes, but for now, I'm essentially on an unscheduled...I guess Hiatus? At least until this situation is resolved.

I hope you all understand, and I hope you have a fantastic Independence Day or had one if you were Canadian. Thanks for supporting me, and sorry again,

-Wasty