Okay, I know I railed against the amelioration's of the medical professionals towards the elderly in America. When my mother finally presented with symptoms that didn't resemble a figment they took action. We're waiting for her to get out of the procedure room for a dual-chamber pacemaker. Getting a little anxious because it's taking longer than what they said it would...even with the cushion for drugging, scrubbing and cutting.
Am I ready for my mom to pass? I don't know. Yes, it would be the speeding up of my goals and life plans, and No because I feel like I've just gotten to a point where I can meet some emotional goals I have for both of us. I know, I know I can't force my goals on anyone, no matter how good they are for them, but I can still set the goals. I know I'm medicated enough to where I can handle it, well, be numb enough not to feel it until the initial stress wains and I can pick apart the emotions one-at-a-time and not be overwhelmed. I don't like feeling overwhelmed.
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