It’s deja vu all over again
Writing by treason on Monday, 25 of December , 2006 at 10:14 pm
Just when I was starting to think that this Christmas wasn’t going to turn out so bad - I’d made a good call on my wildcard dish by adding bananas to my candied yams…no, seriously, I did, and I actually recommend it - things suddenly went awry. I was taking my mother home after dinner and it was just like when I was four years old - pulling away, running ahead, and falling flat on my face. Except this time it wasn’t me - it was my 83 year-old mother. She pulled ahead, I was behind her carrying her laundry, and I couldn’t stop her from falling face first onto the sidewalk. As the nursing assistant and I were wiping blood off my mother’s face and hands, I explained how it was like when I was a little kid and I didn’t want to hold her hand. Never failed - I always ended up on my face. She looked at me and said: “She’s the daughter now.”
It was two years ago on Christmas when we spent the evening in an emergency room and here we were again. Except this time she looked like Jake LaMotta. Lots of blood, some bruises, a scuffed chin, and a cut on the bump on her nose…and a fracture. The good news is that I didn’t have to leave her alone in the ER while I drove across town to check on the dogs, feed them, and give Doogan his insulin. And, happily, this ER was closer to home.
She still had her sense of humor at the end of the night, so that’s a good thing, too. And as the doctors were quick to point out, it’s better to break a nose than break a hip. But tomorrow morning she’ll get up, she’ll be sore from top to bottom, and she’ll look in the mirror and have absolutely no idea what happened.
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