So that was Monday. Tuesday it rained like God was about
to send Noah and the arc back to earth so I didn’t leave the house. Wednesday I was chilling in my room and I
hear a loud thud. I rush downstairs to
see the roommate on the bathroom floor and the little CNA trying to lift her
up. The floor was wet; I’m pissed
because I just want to chill that day but no, not in the cards for me. So what had happened is the little girl went
to the bathroom (she took a dump), sprayed Febreeze fabric spray (which means
the liquid not the mist) as an air freshner. My mom (aka the roommate) went in
in a rush (because even though she moves about as fast as a snail, she had to
use the bathroom right that second) slipped and fell and landed on her right
foot and was in a lot of pain. We
finally get her up and into my office chair which rolls, she can’t put any
weight on her foot and I’m standing there like WELL SHIT!!! NOW WHAT AM I GONNA
DO?!?!? I wait for about a ½ hour to let the Tylenol kick in and my mom is
still in pain, I mean I have never seen her in pain like this. SO I call 911. While I’m on the phone I’m saying my mom fell
and I can’t pick her up to get in the car; she is commentating in the
background THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!! I say yes I know but can you please let me
finish this call? About 3 minutes later
I hear the ambulance and the roommate goes into a straight pitiful mode. Is that siren for ME!?!? She definitely has a flair for the dramatic
and I know she is in pain but I was like Really lady!?!?!? The EMT’s hop out
and WHY are they both women? I’m like I
know we fought for equal rights and to do what the men do, but I really would
have preferred a big beefy man right then.
They get her situated on the bed and then inside the truck and I follow
them in my car. Long story short, after
waiting for freaking ever, it’s a sprained ankle and they put an air cast on
her and a low dose of Oxy followed by the regular dose of Oxy and she was still
yelling herself silly! The doctor says she can walk on it immediately and she
looks at him and we (my sister and I) look at him like he has 2 heads. Oh no sir you don’t understand, she is not
just gonna walk outta here!! Her pain is
excruciating, she’s has MS and dementia
and even if she isn’t in as much pain as you think she is, SHE thinks she is in
too much pain to cope with anything, so go ahead and send the social worker in
here so we can figure out what to do with her.
We put her in an assisted living facility short term so she can get her
pain under control and will be doing some OT and PT and have round the clock
care. If she went back home with me at 2
in the morning, what was I gonna do with her?
I still can’t lift her. So this
is the best course of action. A few days later on a 3 way call with the sibs, a
woman knocks on my sister’s door and says Hello my name is whatever it is and I do home care and I’m licensed. We were stunned at the timing of this! She has already been out to see my mom and
will be able to help with her shoulder and her foot. So even though this has been a very VERY
trying week, things are falling into place and this chick can breathe a few
sighs of relief!!
I just started back to work and I have a sweet little
cube in the corner. The onliest problem
is I can’t see behind me and my music is usually blasting in my
headphones. I just bought a mirror from
the good ole Dollar Store, but it’s from the Dollar Store so the suction
doesn’t seem to want to work. There really isn’t anyone who will be sneaking up
on me but I do seem a little paranoid.
My ‘team’ is in a whole different building and because of how these building
are arranged you can’t really find folks unless you know the exact quadrant
they sit and even then, you will get lost. So it really is all good. The chick is hella tired though. I need to be going to bed at 9 instead of
11-ish. I need to break up with Conan!
