There's Something Wrong with Mother

My intention was to post daily or at least every other day and now my schedule is screwed up right from the start.

I got a "surprise" reminder call from my mother's gastroenterology doctor's office on Tuesday reminding me of her appointment for yesterday that I'd forgotten all about. I hadn't even told her about it. I've taken her to so many doctor appointments and bloodlettings lately that they don't phase me anymore.

So I call her with the news that she's going to yet another doctor she's never heard of and that we're going in just a couple of hours. We trek over there, have a chat with the doc and my mother decides that she doesn't want to have a scope put down her stomach. Fine with me. Then she tells the doctor, "I don't understand ... all these doctors seem like they're just trying to keep me alive."

I thought the poor man was going to bite his lip in half to keep from laughing. I added, "Can you imagine that?" and he started chuckling a bit. So much for that complete waste of an office visit.

When I had taken her to the kidney doctor two weeks ago, she's exasperated and asks me, "Why can't I just die?" I told her we were right next to the railroad tracks and I could set her on the tracks. A train is bound to be along sooner or later. She starts giggling. "Or, we're right next to a busy intersection. You could go play in traffic." Luckily the day got a little lighter after that.

So, I've been too busy answering questions like that to post. Sorry! Hopefully I'm back on track now.