My month for medical emergencies and switches.
I just got off the phone with the Storybook Mom and everything is now set for next weekend. I've taken Friday off and am heading up on Thursday night to be there when Mom's released from the hospital, Saturday's taken care of, and myself and are heading up on Sunday to help take care of Mom. We'll be meeting Mom for lunch tomorrow as well, at the Shamrock Diner halfway between us. She loves that place, and it's convenient for both La and I and Mom and Dad.
Yes, I started at the end of the story. It saves worry.
The story began yesterday, when called and left a message with me to find out what the deal was with taking care of Mom after her surgery. I called her back and left a message letting her know that and myself would be heading up to the Storybook Mansion on Saturday. When she called me back, she said that, among other things, Mom's surgery had been postponed until an unspecified date in the next couple of weeks and she (Mom) was hopping mad about it.
Rescheduled? What? When? Why? What? What? (Loop that a few more times, and that's what was going on in my head.)
So and I tried to call Mom back while we were driving home. Busy. Tried again. Busy. Arrgh. My parents and their dislike of modern telephone technology like Call Waiting and Voice Mail. (I'm not overly fond of call waiting either, but at least voice mail lets you leave a message when the phone's busy.) Once we got home, we called again and got through this time. Essentially, what had happened was that her regular doctor had left to go on maternity leave, and the doctors who had inherited Mom's surgery were having a fit of the vapors about just going ahead with it. Have to run more tests, you know. I sympathize, because of malpractice, but not when it leads you to postpone the surgery the day beforehand.
So, abruptly, all of our plans have been tossed to the winds. Even worse, the next weekend just happens to contain 's 29th birthday gift to me: going to Annapolis for dinner and to see The Reduced Shakespeare Company performing “All The Great Books”. Obviously, push come to shove, if I'm the only person able to take care of Mom on Saturday then I'm going to be right there. If not, I'd really like to see this show, especially since it's the gift from my beloved La and I love seeing those guys act. Aargh.
“Calm down” was the general message from . “You don't know yet when they've rescheduled for.”
Fast-forward now to this morning, when Mom called my cell phone to let me know that they had in fact rescheduled the surgery now for next Thursday, exactly one week later. This resurrected my problem, as well as meaning that it was going to be a bit of a scramble. Hastily, I evolved a plan. What if I took off Friday, was then able to go up Thursday night, came back to Maryland Saturday afternoon, then took both myself and La back up to the Storybook Mansion on Sunday for the day? Sounds good, but two small issues popped up. One, I didn't know if I could take Friday off. Fairly short notice, after all. Second, who was going to care for Mom on Saturday?
I figured that I should tackle that one at a time. After all, the most important part was making sure that I was going to be able to go up on Friday, and worry about Saturday afterwards. So I emailed my boss, who is one of the best bosses I've ever had. Sure enough, she replied back “No problem at all. Family comes first.” Did I mention that she's one of the best bosses I've ever had? With that good news in hand, I called the Storybook Mom back to let her know, and she told me that the Storybook Grandma was going to be over on Saturday to help out, and that Grandma was really eager to help. Dad would also be there before he went to work. That put my mind at ease about Saturday, especially since Mom told me to go.
So now, we're back to the ending. I've taken Friday off and am heading up on Thursday night to be there when Mom's released from the hospital, Saturday's taken care of, and myself and are heading up on Sunday to help take care of Mom. We'll also be meeting Mom for lunch tomorrow as well, at the Shamrock Diner that's halfway between us. As part of her recent travels, she'd asked us to get a new travel mirror for a friend of hers and we'll also be delivering that.