Mom is home from the
hospital. After a week where it was touch and go, she finally started eating a
little bit and got strong enough to go home. She wouldn't have had to go in the
first place if she had just listened to her doctors and her daughters. They would
tell her that she needs to elevate her feet whenever possible or she'll get
fluid buildup in her ankles. The only time I ever saw her elevate her feet was
when she knew the daughter who made the biggest deal out of it, was coming
over. It's kind of weird to see the situation reversed, where once I was the
disobedient one, the one being told what to do. Anyway, Mom is back in her home,
but it was determined that she cannot live there all alone anymore. Not at the
age of ninety five, almost ninety six. So my sister has hired somebody to watch
over her. A very pleasant, Eastern European woman. Now Mom will have a
live in nagger to tell her to put her feet up and to eat her dinner. Ah, the
circle of life.
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