
Originally Posted by
freshstart
I love Dame Maggie!
my mom and I get cheap season tickets to a rep company, $50 for 6 plays. Parking costs more. We love it and I know this is the last year because the odds of her being here are slim. It was so cool that I found out she likes this stuff (it's a little humorous watching your mom, in the front row, jump up and enthusiastically giving a stand O to Venus in Fur (google it and my mom was a nun!).
I thought her going today (to a really good one) was going to be hard, but the staff are great to her, once we get there we are fine. All I had to do was get the lightweight wheelchair out of the car and push her, she would drive the car.
No one will 'let' me go. They stopped a pill last week and I have been very wobbly. I knew if I had to deal with the wheelchair, the hardest part, if I could do that, I could go. I'm not driving so I won't hurt anyone, if I fall asleep at the play, who cares? I do not feel up to lifting that chair, thought take shower, will feel better and the parking lot guy would lift the wheelchair if I could not.
I go to shower, still dressed, they knock and ask me to come into the LR for a sec. This is feeling like they are going to tell me my dogs went to a "farm". They want me in bed, getting up only when necessary and must use walker, do I know how much I fell yesterday? Nope, I don't remember much about yesterday. They called heart doc yest, usual no BP reading able to be heard, but pulse was well over 200 and all I knew is I felt horrible and was really confused at times. He added a third dose of the drug that is supposed be bring my heart rate down, but also makes my BP plummet. They told me all this yesterday. Remember none of it. But if I am this sedated, I'm betting on that 3rd dose causing it. So no shower and sure as hell no play. My mom found a friend to take her.
I get it, I do not like it, but I get it. I want more memories with my mom and I am not making them happen. Ditto kids, dad, friends, family. But I have time, I hope, for them for many years. Not true with my mom and it sucks! I'm lucky to have her this long, I know that. Still sucks. Sorry for bitchin' and moaning, it's that kind of day.