Monday, April 29, 2013

When It Rains, It Pours

This has been a wet April, in more ways than one!

Mom is not recovering from her back surgery as easily or as quickly as she had hoped.  She made it through one day of water therapy before deciding it wasn't for her.  After doing no therapy for the next  ten days, she started hurting really bad again.  Her leg hurt worse than it did before she had her back surgery.  Last week, she had an MRI to be sure nothing was wrong.  The MRI showed that she had a lot of inflammation in her leg, but nothing else noticeable.  However, the doctor was out of town all week so she will meet with him tomorrow and hopefully he will have some answers for her.  I know she's not as young as she used to be (who is?), but I hope she isn't destined to be in pain like this the rest of her life.

We haven't been back to see my father-in-law or his wife, but are planning to visit him this coming weekend.  Word is that they have him pretty drugged up, which is not what any of us like to see.  We also need to go back to his wife's house and collect the rest of the things she is willing to give us.  We've sorted out all the boxes and things we brought home last time.  Suffice it to say that sorting everything out was very interesting.  

Yesterday we visited my mother-in-law.  She is doing pretty well, all things considered.  She's lost a little weight, which is not surprising, and she was in good spirits to have us all there for a belated Easter dinner.  Some of the family went out in the drizzle to hunt for mushrooms.  They came back with a few, which we left for my mother-in-law.  Just as we were sitting down to eat, a car pulled in the drive.  It was one the trouble-making son from the other side of the family.  He had his wife and small grandson with him.  Once again, he hadn't bothered to call my mother-in-law before he came out, even though she has asked (and told) him repeatedly to call first.  They came into the house and most of us ignored them.  My mother-in-law reminded him right off the bat that he hadn't called first. His excuse was "Well, that's hard for me to do."  Only because he's rude and thinks the world revolves around him!  I heard her tell him twice in the few minutes they were there that he should call first because she might have company like yesterday, or she might not be home at all. I doubt he will ever call first.  

Hubby said she called this morning to let him know the trouble-making son had called her at 9:30 last night, complaining that he didn't feel welcome "in my dad's home."  She told him again that he should have called first, and then maybe he wouldn't have felt that way.  Then he asked if she liked his little grandson (who is 2), and she replied "He was ok, but he's spoiled."  Trouble-maker didn't disagree - in fact he told her that his daughter might be taking him back soon (he has been raising the boy since he was born the day after his daughter turned 16) so he planned to spoil him as much as he could.  I'm here to tell you, he isn't spoiling him in a good way.  Poor kid.  

Later this week, we are supposed to get another 2" of rain.  Roads may well be flooded, just as they were two weeks ago.  Maybe the rain will wash away some of the problems...

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