{"id":3894,"date":"2009-04-27T16:49:35","date_gmt":"2009-04-27T21:49:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=3894"},"modified":"2009-04-27T16:49:35","modified_gmt":"2009-04-27T21:49:35","slug":"watching-your-life-pass-in-front-of-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=3894","title":{"rendered":"Watching your life pass in front of you"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We were watching the <em>Sea Inside<\/em> last night and the part where Javier Bardem&#8217;s character is floating in the water was almost like a flashback this morning. I came to my desk, ready to put the weekend of Jazz Fest activity behind me and focus on work when I got a call from my mother that she had fallen and couldn&#8217;t get up (funny in a commercial and not so funny in real life). <\/p>\n<p>I bolted out the door and got there only to unlock the door and find the chain lock on &#8211; the alarm went off, of course, and there was nothing I could do, I was trying to body slam the door and finally got the guys below to bring a hammer and claw the chain off. <\/p>\n<p>Got to the bedroom and she was incapable of moving and didn&#8217;t seem capable of using anything &#8211; her hands, arms, legs &#8211; to help me get her back up in the bed and she didn&#8217;t want me to have the guys help. So I got in the bed and approached her from behind and got half of her in the bed and then peeled myself away and worked to use her leg to leverage a turn and roll to get the rest of her in.<\/p>\n<p>She said I&#8217;d make a good nurse. Right.<\/p>\n<p>After I got her in the bed, I went to call her doctor while she fell asleep. The police came, responding to the alarm, and I told them we were okay and then I picked up the basket that had fallen in the entry turmoil, the one she keeps on her front door for the pharmacy to put prescriptions in. There was a nest in it from a mourning dove. <\/p>\n<p>I locked the door and felt like I was moving through jello &#8211; I sat down at the kitchen table and on her digital screen was a photograph of Arlene. Spread out on the table was yesterday&#8217;s newspaper open to the Obituaries. Again, thick thick Jello. <\/p>\n<p>I took a deep breath and started the round robin of trying to get a doctor to tell me what to do next. Her primary care physician said he hadn&#8217;t seen her in over a year &#8211; funny, she told me she had seen him. The other doctor said she had Type II diabetes &#8211; I said really? I have asked her about this. Later, I questioned her and she said she did not. <\/p>\n<p>Three doctors later, I told her I was taking her to the emergency room. She said, no way. We fought. I told her the only way she wasn&#8217;t going to the ER was to get up and walk to the bathroom by herself. I&#8217;ll be damn if in an hour she didn&#8217;t do it, shuffling like a crawfish and holding onto everything in her path. <\/p>\n<p>So I told her she had bought time. I&#8217;m taking her to the cardiologist in the morning and then for blood work. <\/p>\n<p>I repeat. 73 is not old. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We were watching the Sea Inside last night and the part where Javier Bardem&#8217;s character is floating in the water was almost like a flashback this morning. I came to my desk, ready to put the weekend of Jazz Fest activity behind me and focus on work when I got a call from my mother that she had fallen and couldn&#8217;t get up (funny in a commercial and not so funny in real life). 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