It’s been a bit nutty this week…..I figured this picture of me – looking at my next grey hair – sums up my thoughts/emotions/psychosis – for the week. Mark took that picture on the afternoon after our Engaged Couples retreat…..great….getting married is making me look older.
Sometimes, after I wake up, I stay in bed and stare at strands of my
hair. I find some black strands turning lighter…I’m sure the sun gave me some natural light brown highlights….I’m also sure stress
has highlighted the other nearly white strands.
My mom’s at St. Jude – she’s fine. Just un-comfortable. She got diverticulitis
– sometime over the weekend. She said it was hard for her to walk and eat and go to the bathroom. If the antibotics didn’t work – the doctor told her she would have to go into surgery. I told her she could do the surgery after the wedding.
I went over this morning and we went for a walk….ahhh, memories of volunteering at St. Jude. The volunteers get to wear polo shirts now. The patients have flat screen TV’s and cable. She said she’s feeling better. She’s moved from a diet of ice cubes to liquids. Things are looking up.
I wish the doctors and the nurses would talk to her as an adult. That’s thing about hospitals – everyone’s an invalid. My mom is so strong, dignified, smart and totally capable of taking care of herself. She can walk on her own, if it wasn’t for that damn suitcase of meds attached to her arm. But she’s taking it quite well, holding on to her own dignity and treating her caretakers with grace and kindness. I can tell my dad misses her a lot.
Well, praise be – she’s in a private hospital – with nice nurses and doctors. Some are Filipino and well, she can grok them. Since she’s feeling better – she won’t have to go into surgery.
I’m thankful for the blessings.
Now…any solutions to getting rid of the grey hair? Maybe I need to
go into surgery.