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[ Wednesday, Dec. 28, 2005 ]
[7:26 a.m.]
So, what can i say about Christmas Break?
I spent a lot of in the Hospital. My mom is in Intensive Care with an advanced case of Pnuemonia. She is on Oxygen almost 24 hours a day. Her right lung has vanished completely from her Chest Xrays, and it doesn't seem as though it'll be coming back any time soon.
We heard the news on Wednesday night. So, i called the appropriate authorities at work to let them know i was going home 2 days early. The first day we went to see her - Friday morning, we surprised her. The hubby brought his guitar and my brothers and i sang her Christmas Carols. She was pretty happy, but she got tired so quickly so we left soon after.
We went and visted with some friends and killed some time in the city and then headed back to the Hospital. Mom was sleeping. With one of the masks on she can't talk, so she has to communicate by pen/paper. So, when she woke up she smiled when she saw me and the hubby. then she commenced to write out all these crazy Trips she's been having from the drugs. her words were:
One of the perks of being in here is the Morphine. I'm having the craziest dreams. The last one i was on a cargo ship filled with costumes and i was dressed like a pirate.
At least mom has now learned the appeal of psychedelic drugs. ha ha.
We spent Christmas Eve with the Hubby's family. There are 6 grandchildren over there now... so it's basically a scream fest. but it was good. and nice. nice and good.
After Christmas Eve Church Service, it really started to sink in that my mom was in the hospital and wasn't going to be there Christmas morning and i started to cry. Hubby was very consoling. Love him.
But i pulled through and played some games and drank some drinks... and then it was Christmas Morning.
Time to go to my parents.
Dad and the boys were already up when we got there and we all made our way to the tree - knowing that it wasn't the same but trying to make the best of it. My dad is a trooper.
The opening was a little longer than usual because i made everyone open presents one at a time so i could take pictures for mom.
Overall we had a good Christmas Presents wise. lots of Games.
we made our way to dad's church for service and sat at the back. when it was all over we hightailed it out of there because ...well, i hate small talk but i hate Church Small Talk even more. Blech.
We went to the Hospital and opened presents with my mom. It was fun, but weird. She looks so weak. You're not supposed to see your parents sick because they're supposed to be the ones to look after YOU. it was hard. But mom's a trooper too. and she stayed awake for her presents and even for one game. But then she was tired out and needed to rest. So we all went home.
When we got home, Hubby pointed out that i was supposed to turn the Oven on so the turkey would be cooking... and i forgot. So supper was late. we ate around 7:00-7:30. But it was good. Then Dad went back in to visit mom at nine and me and the boys played games.
Boxing day the hubby and i went to get our pics developed for mom... and ventured into Boxing Day...at Walmart. Yikes. Double Yikes. it was crazy.
when we saw mom she looked better, the dark cirlces under her eyes were gone, but she still was on oxygen. Looks like she'll be in ICU for another week or so.
I hated to leave her. Stupid Work. I just want to stay there by her bedside and feed her ice chips and get her tea, and make cold compresses for her face. but the wheels of society roll on - dictating that i need to be here in Calgary not there with her.
but it's nice to be home. Kozmo missed us like crazy and every time we left the room he'd sit and cry until we came back. I think he's paranoid we're going to leave him again. poor kitty.
At least today is Wednesday, NOT Monday. Soon this work week will be over and another new year will start.
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