Mom's back in the house and talking with her girl gang

March 27, 2017 - Monday

57 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Terre Haute, Indiana

I'm running a day late and a dollar short this morning. It'll be a short one today. 

We brought Mom home Sunday shortly afternoon. To say she was ready would be a vast understatement. Perched on the side of a chair in the hospital room, Mom reminded me more of a horse in the starting gate at the race track rather than a sweet little 90 year old lady due to depart the hospital.

Stand aside.
Grandma's going home.

I stayed with Mom while my sister and brother-in-law visited the drug store with a fist full of prescriptions that took well over an hour to fill.

They spent no small amount of time figuring out Mom's medicine schedule and placing the right pills in the corresponding boxes.

Mother was tired last night. She and I spent the evening talking and watching television. It was almost 9 before I tucked her in for the night.

I'm not sure who Mommy was talking and laughing with during the wee hours of the morning, but she sure had a good time. The pain medicine, quite potent, caused her to have a pleasant trip between her ears, but she awakened this morning saying she slept like a log.

We had a short breakfast and her pills taken before she reclined to take a good nap.

My brother in law, John, an RN, is on his way to change Mom's dressing. I think I'll take the opportunity to get some fresh air and smell a rose or two along the way.

Entries might be a bit sketchy this week, but know Mom is still on the mend and enjoying being back home. There's no keeping a good woman down and Mom's about as good as they come.

Time to get a move on. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road by way of Terre Haute, Indiana...

Sister Barb and John sorting out all of Mom's medications