Sunday night, Mom called and told me she felt human again for the first time in a couple of weeks. Her news hit my ears like the sweet tones of an angel choir. I breathed a massive sigh of relief that probably caused tornadoes miles away.
Then Monday dawned. I hadn’t even put a dent in the level of coffee in the pot when she called back: “I’m sick.” Of course my nerves resumed their full-alert status, growing tighter than banjo strings, and I prepped to go through another round of taking care of business in two locations. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do to help MSB’s week go smoother. I had to leave him with the laundry and cooking–things I usually take care of before I leave. But he’s a big boy, he can handle it.
By the time I got to Mom’s, her stomach had settled, and she’d stopped throwing up, but after a night of it, she was weak. Best I could do for her was to make some bland food and try to get her to eat it. She did okay, got a little strength back by the end of the day–and she needed it.
Around 10 p.m., we were in one doozy of an electrical storm. Sounded like a war zone around here. After three jarring mini-explosions, the house electricity finally quit trying to come back on. Sirens blared through the night, getting louder as firetrucks zoomed closer to our house. Lightning had struck a power line and snapped it off the pole starting a fire across the street in the neighbor’s back yard. The lightning had also struck the main transformer for our part of Bryan and knocked power off for over half the city. It was a night of sulfur and emergency lights and dazed neighbors wandering around in their pjs trying to get some answers.
And my mother, who can barely walk without her walker took off outside without it.
She leaned against the car in the driveway, bouncing on her toes in all the excitement. Nothing this big has happened since the fighter jets practiced their routine over her house a few years back. (I was here for that too–it was great. Just as they were ending their routine, Mom and I stood out on the driveway and waved at them. One of them tipped their wings at us. Super cool!) Back then, she was strong enough and mobile enough to watch the festivities without causing me to worry. Not true about Monday night. I hovered over her like a mother hen who had false illusions of super-bird strength. If Mama fell, I’d be totally incapable of lifting her up again. Of course, I could always run and get one of those strong, good-lookin’ firemen from across the street. That would’ve made her day. Praise God, though–she didn’t fall and I didn’t have to run for a fireman in my pjs!
Eventually, things settled down again. The lights came on just in time for us to turn them all off and go to bed. We both needed our rest–Tuesdays are always busy at Mama’s. Her maid comes to clean and take her to her hair appointment (but I took her yesterday). Add to that the doctor’s appointment I made because I didn’t know how to stop her dizziness. Since she was already taking Mucinex and Allegra, I had no idea what else to do. Of course, the doctor did. She diagnosed Mom with walking pneumonia and sent her home with a prescription for antibiotics. Problem will be solved in seven days. I hope.
Meanwhile, back home, the men who were supposed to fix our termite-damaged wall three weeks ago finally decided to come out and go to work. Since I was dreading having them around anyway, I’m glad I’m here and MSB is handling it. I’m just sorry he has to handle all my responsibilities as well as his own. I need to call 1-800-clone-me and see if I can make myself an appointment.
As for me, I’m behind on absolutely everything. Since I’ve been home only about six days in the last four weeks, I haven’t done much writing or editing on my clients’ manuscripts. I did manage to complete my Editing II course, although the last homework I turned in was sorry. At least I got it done. Good news is, I’ve lost twenty pounds. The pair of capris I wore to the grocery store yesterday kept wanting to slide down to my knees. When I put them on and tightened the drawstring, I thought they were loose, but I didn’t realize just how loose until I started walking the aisles at the store. Push basket with one hand, hold britches up with the other. Fun.
Anyway, there you go. Life in the candy jar.