A new dimension

Back at work, it’s almost like I was never on vacation.  Fall right back into the grind and nothing majored happened while I was gone.  But to keep the vacation feeling going, I decided not to cook dinner for the rest of the week.  That way my mom didn’t have to worry about cooking anything for the kids or taking out pots and pans to warm food.

She is hurting, but she carries on.  I asked if she wanted to go to the ER but again she said no.   

This was a new dimension to our relationship, how far do I push this?  How hard do I push this?  She’s obviously not feeling well.  She’s taking the Advil her sister recommended, I bought the gel form so the medication could hit her blood stream faster.

She’s, thankfully, of sound mind and body, so I can’t force her to do anything or go anywhere, but at the same time why does she like to live in pain?  When I have a headache,  I go through my regiment of treatments before I take drugs.  I take a shower, eat something, try to bury myself under the covers and be in complete darkness with the fluffiest pillows I can find.  If that doesn’t work, then I get the drugs and take them.  No reason for me to live in pain when there are handy solutions.  My mother of course will go half-the morning, into the afternoon, before she finally decides to take an aspirin.  Really?!  Why?  I don’t know.  Not sure what to do, but I know it’s bad because she’s letting Jory fix lunch for the girls.

She likes to think he’s too young to do certain things, like take a butter knife and spread some peanut butter and jelly on two pieces of bread, then slap the bread together.  Yep, she’s hurting.  I wish there was something I could do.  But other than pray, there is nothing I can do until she asks for help.