Disoriented household
Feb. 14th, 2005 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThe cats seem pretty confused by all the changes in the house. Empty shelves and litter boxes in different places and stuff. Betty has found the folded up rug and claimed it. Jake just kind of wanders around with a giant question mark hovering over his head. Poor kids, they ain't seen nuthin' yet.
I talked to Polly tonight. She says Mom is not as sharp as usual because of her pain and her pain medication. The doctor is reluctant to give her muscle relaxers and/or heavy duty pain stuff because of all the other stuff she is on to keep her heart beating and her lungs working and everything else going. Polly says Mom needs a different chair. Her chair is too big and too deep and she has to use too many muscles the wrong way to get out of it. But she says Mom is emotionally attached to her chair and won't discuss a new one.
I told her to get the physical therapist (who is advocating a new chair) and go buy a new chair. I'd give her Mom's credit card number. Just go get it. Just before they deliver it, I'll tell Mom that it's temporary for only a month until she is fully healed. We'll put her old chair in storage and she can have it back after a month.
If she doesn't like it, then she can pull my allowance or make me clean up the kitchen when it isn't my turn. Poor Polly is a saint. And she has great taste in furniture and decorating - I've seen her house.
Oh and I told Polly about the tires. "You got my back on the chair... I'm there for you on the tires." Poor Mom. She doesn't stand a chance.
'night.
I talked to Polly tonight. She says Mom is not as sharp as usual because of her pain and her pain medication. The doctor is reluctant to give her muscle relaxers and/or heavy duty pain stuff because of all the other stuff she is on to keep her heart beating and her lungs working and everything else going. Polly says Mom needs a different chair. Her chair is too big and too deep and she has to use too many muscles the wrong way to get out of it. But she says Mom is emotionally attached to her chair and won't discuss a new one.
I told her to get the physical therapist (who is advocating a new chair) and go buy a new chair. I'd give her Mom's credit card number. Just go get it. Just before they deliver it, I'll tell Mom that it's temporary for only a month until she is fully healed. We'll put her old chair in storage and she can have it back after a month.
If she doesn't like it, then she can pull my allowance or make me clean up the kitchen when it isn't my turn. Poor Polly is a saint. And she has great taste in furniture and decorating - I've seen her house.
Oh and I told Polly about the tires. "You got my back on the chair... I'm there for you on the tires." Poor Mom. She doesn't stand a chance.
'night.
