Work in Progress

::Looks around:: Is it June yet? Oh, good. May was just...exhausting. I took the MasqMom in for hip surgery early on the morning of the 4th (no, the other hip). Her surgery went as expected, and the plan was that she would stay at the hospital for three days, then go to a rehab place for a week. The transfer occurred on schedule, and then I spent the next few days running over to her place to bring her things--her mail, moar books!1!, clean clothes, and hauling away already-read books and dirty laundry to wash at home. I also let her use my laptop to check her email and bank accounts. And she drowned her cell phone with a glass of water, so I had to get her a new one, complete with a new smart chip that had to be programmed with her old information.

Then Mom started getting sick, mostly with the yakking. She had responded poorly to morphine and anesthetic after her previous surgery, but it had been days since she'd had either this time around, so this was a bit puzzling. And as long as she wasn't feeling well, she wasn't up to physical therapy. So the physical therapist wanted her to stay an additional week to do that work. Which ended up being semi-pointless, as my mom just wasn't feeling any better.

She was scheduled to check out Saturday the 15th, but that became Saturday the 22nd. She had rented a special hospital bed, and I spent time getting everything set up so she could convalesce at home. She was also set up to have home health workers come by to help her with difficult tasks and do her physical therapy with her.

The rehab place got back to her with test results they'd been doing from earlier in the week and informed her she had a urinary tract infection--apparently something that could not be medicated with oral antibiotics, but required an IV. So Mom turned right back around and checked into the hospital again. I thought it was a bit strange she needed hospitalization for a minor infection, but then she blithely mentioned to me a day into the treatment that her infection was caused by e. coli.

What? Where did she pick *that* up? Well, between hospitals and rehab facilities, we can only guess.

Suffice it to say she was in the hospital again for several days, and got discharged yesterday. She is still wearing a pic line for continued antibiotics, and I guess her "physical therapy" now consists of just trying to get on with her daily life, with a short daily visit by the home health folks.

Oy and oy.

Oh yes, and on top of all this, my May also consisted of finishing my library cabinet doors and crown molding, a task I've been putting off for two years, attending the art opening of the Sculptor, who was showing on Roosevelt Row this month, and dealing with the annual fritzing of my laptop computer keyboard, which once again had to be replaced in its entirety.

My big plan for June is to relax already. If that's actually possible. I need to clean my house from top to bottom in preparation for midnightsjane and anomster's arrivals. But what really complicates the relaxation plans is the fact that I just don't know how to lie around doing nothing. I'm incapable of it. I spent most of the hours over my Memorial Day weekend that I wasn't helping Mom painting the trim in my bathroom. For real. What?