Had to work early shift today, so I organised to take an hour for lunch, so I could grab Mums new tablets then go check on her. My brother was working so she was home alone. I'd had a feeling last night just from the way she'd been looking at the cast, that she would take it off.
So I get to her place start loading her pill box with the antibiotics, with no sign of her. I knew she was home cause the door was wide open so figured she must of been in her room, or the bathroom. She finally makes her way out to where I am "Oh this is a nice surprise Cathy, what are you doing here?" "I told you I'd come round today to see how..... Mum what the hell!!! Where's your cast?" "My what?" "Your cast the reason we've been at hospital all damn weekend." "That was days ago. It got wet so I took it off."
OMFG seriously folks, OMFG.
"How did it get wet? Did you have a shower, despite me saying not to until I came round." "Of course I had a shower, I shower every day, and I put a bag on it." Pretty sure there was no bag involved, can't imagine her being able to put a plastic bag over her left hand and tape it, and suspiciously her hand was scrubbed clean, couldn't of happened with a bag on it.
"I can't believe you took it off." "It was annoying and there was blood on it." "I thought you said it got wet?" "Yes it did." "Blood or water Mum?" I glanced around and noticed the cast just sitting there, picking it up I could clearly see there was no blood. I could seriously not believe this, and I can usually laugh off the Alzheimers but geez this was too much. "I don't know what your worried about Cathy, it's just a little cut." Grabbing her hand I asked her what the stitches were from. "I don't know, but I presume they sewed up the cut." "No Mum, they didn't sew up the cut you made, they cut you open to stitch your tendon together. You had surgery." "I'm sure I'd remember that."
I grabbed the phone and called our doctor, explained what had happened and got an emergency appointment. I have to be honest here, I admit to being almost totally defeated. All that time spent at the hospital, all those hours, all those instructions, all gone, totally wasted. I told her I'd call her when it was time to go to the doctors, and I booked it. As soon as I sat in the car, the tears started flowing, they didn't stop. They are still coming and going even as I type. For once in a really really long time I had no wisecracks, no smart arse remarks, nothing but tears.
When I went to pick her up, she had shopping bags out, and her hospital bag. I asked her where she thought we were going. "Well I packed a hospital bag because I'm getting an operation, but if they cancel I thought we could go shopping, I've run out of a few things." "Mum your not going to hospital, we are not going shopping, you've run out of nothing" the whole way down to the doctors she repeated how she'd wet the cast but as it was nearly healed it was fine. "You had it done yesterday Mum, the cast was supposed to stay on for 6 weeks. You have totally wasted the surgery they did." "It's okay they can do it again." Luckily there was no immediate cars or pedestrians in the area, I had an airbag her side of the car doesn't.
Our doctor agreed, looks like she has totally ruined the surgery, and he wants me to make an appointment with the hospital. Sure not a problem, I can take another day off work without pay, easy fucking peasy. Sorry but the stress has totally built up on me, and I'm exhausted and taking it out on the fucking world. But I reckon it's better getting it down here and out of my system instead of shouting at Mum, or committing matricide LOL.
So folks there you have it. It took the authority of our doctor, and me telling her a million fucking times, to leave the bandage on before she said she finally got it. Oh and I was just interrupted with a phone call from my brother who lives with Mum, "Cathy is Mum supposed to be taking her medication?" "Of course." "She said the doctor told her not to." "Well no he didn't, even when she was fasting in hospital they had her take her meds." Sigh. Well I've done all I can, I've got notes stuck up in every room of the house, saying 'Do Not Remove the Bandage' my brother knows she has to leave it on, so he can make sure she doesn't touch it while force feeding her her meds that help keep her ticking LOL. But then of course there's tomorrow, he'll be at work again and so will I. Not sure I want to go round tomorrow sigh.
Catch yas
Cathy
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