Plenty.
Just got another email from my mother:
Surgery tomorrow. Knee and ankle. They will put a plate in the knee and take some bone out of my pelvis to fill in the knee. Plate is coming from the states. 2 weeks in the hospital following surgery. No plane travel over the holidays. Have to get going on recovery so I can get back to natural painkillers (gin).
Recovery will take about ten weeks, they say. My mother had been planning to come home for Christmas, but it looks like she will be hanging her stocking alone, in her apartment in Zug. If she can reach the mantle from her wheelchair. Poor mother.
I am sorely disappointed, as this means I will likely not see her until after the babies are born. I talked to her this morning and she seemed to be doing well, under the circumstances; still more concerned about the bedpan situation than anything else ( “I’m trying not to eat or drink much,” she said—surely the healthiest approach to the situation ).
And the hospital sounds quite nice. Apparently the food is much better than American hospital food, and in Swiss hospitals they don’t wake you every 15 seconds all night to take your vitals. And of course I am thankful that she is alive and well-ish. Still, I am feeling a bit mopey, so you will excuse the lack of an effusive Thanksgiving post. Besides, it does not take a great deal of insight to divine what I might be especially thankful for today (*cough*Babies*cough*), and I am writing this surreptitiously from my In-Laws’ computer, and shouldn’t dally.
I hope you all had a lovely, mashed-potato-filled day!
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I’m so glad she’s ok.
Hope your Thanksgiving was great. Next year will be science babies first Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving, yo. Enjoy the stuffing (does anyone NOT enjoy stuffing?
I could see feeling very strange. None of us doubt your thankfulness for makers of round-the-clock nausea and instigators of intolerance of all things heretofore inoffensive.
Do tell us that the eating is getting easier…
yum i just adore mashed potatoes .. I have a fond dislike od bedpans.. your mother sounds very feisty … and i love that
Mashed potatoes AND rolls.
I’m sorry you won’t get to see your mother until after the babies are born. That’s when you’ll really need her though.
Get well soon Mrs. Flotsam.
I empathise about the bedpan, when I was in hospital I was terrified it might come to that. I hear one adjusts. Eh. Those are very good news, considering. And, your mum still has her sense of humour, always a brilliant thing to have around when life turns rogue.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as fab as possible. We don’t have it, of course, but mashed (sweet) potatoes sounds really good. If I knew how to cook I could even find out but alas, I’ll live vicariously through you.
Oh, your poor mom! I missed about three entries and am just catching up. I agree, parents should never move far away. I hope she is up and about soon, or at least able to have gin.
I am sorry about your mom. I hope that your holiday was as happy as possible.
The good news? Often European doctors are better in the newer techniques. When my sisters kids were diagnosed w/ CF after they had just moved overseas she was amazed to discover that Sweden (her particular country) has made the most advances in treating CF - and, hey - free medical care! Remind your mom that her alternative to the bedpans in the catheter and the bag of urine trailing around after her.