OMG Just Post Something Already

Haiti is still quite relevant, of course, but I am tired of looking at that post title in Comment Luv as I leave my nuggets of comment wisdom around the Internet. I’ve been a little busy, what with flying off to my hometown to see my mama who broke her hip.

Mom is in good spirits, although not at the times when she’s told how much physical therapy she is going to need and how she will have to eat more than ice cream and Taco Bell if she’s going to make the best possible recovery.

I was terrified when I got that call from my brother last week. Ever the drama llama, he first says EVERYTHING’S OK. SHE’S FINE. JUST A LITTLE PROBLEM. I’m wondering who in the hell he’s even talking about and then, Mom fell and broke her hip and…gotta go, the doctor is here. Click.

Processing. Processing. Freaking out!

On the next call he says, I JUST SAVED MOTHER’S LIFE! A STUDENT NURSE CAME IN AND SAID SHE WAS THERE TO GIVE MOTHER HER DIABEETUS MEDICINE. BUT I SAVED HER. Mom isn’t diabetic and yes, he calls our mom Mother. From birth. It’s a little Norman Bates.

I wasn’t able to fly out until the next day, and it was torture waiting to see for myself that mom was ok. She was. When I saw her lying in that bed I brushed right past all the people in the room to give her a kiss and a hug. This is the first time something medically super-significant has happened to her and it made me feel like a child again.

My brother was there. He had been helping my dad with everything, even spending the night there with Mom on a hospital cot. He looked tired. Understandably so. Fighting off student nurse assassins (there was a second attempt on her life with diabeetus medicine) is hard work!

My brother is the opposite of zen-like calm, but he sure is entertaining to me. And it’s all about me. Just ask him. Also, and he’s going to kill me if he reads this, he paraded around the hospital in the most enormous coyote-fur coat I have ever seen, one of two fur coats he wore last week. I asked him if it was cat fur. I can needle like an eight-year-old in times of stress.

So, mom has a 10-inch scar and a titanium hip ball, the part she damaged in the fall, which was the fault of the Ugg boots she was wearing at the time. The toe caught on the carpet in her bedroom and she fell. I guess the bottom line is that it was all my fault because I gave her those Uggs somewhere around 2000 after they were one of Oprah’s favorite things. Let’s just say it’s all Oprah’s fault. She has deeper pockets.

Mom kept her iPhone by her side or on her ear pretty much the the entire time, when my brother wasn’t moving it out of her reach to keep the room organized. By the time I left she  had finally figured out how to get broadband service on her computer because the hospital doesn’t have wi-fi. Mom is a full-on nerd.

Also, SNOW! It started snowing last Thursday night and continued until the next afternoon. I woke Friday morning to one of my favorite things in the world, utter quiet and going to a window to see a blanket of fluffy snow outside and snowflakes floating down so peacefully. You see the white glow before you get to the window, and it is just magic. I can’t wait for my kids to see snow.