I came home from T'Giving "vacation" a week ago and somehow the week seems like it went by in a flash, and in other ways - a lifetime. Nothing has gone as predicted, so why predict?
Mr. T was supposed to come home Friday - for that reason (and others) I cancelled plans with a friend (you know who you are), came home to find out that MIL was still in ICU, not doing too well, and Mr. T was going to stay. It was OK, nothing wrong with a Friday night at home. And Saturday the boys came over and we went to the movies - action film, no deep thoughts - yes! And a little bit of lovely snow.
Now I've dropped them off home again. Mr. T is actually on his way home. House is clean and welcoming - but we still don't know when MIL will get out of the hospital, or what is actually wrong with her now - aside from recent surgery. I have to go back down there to either bring her home, or help get her set up with help in the house.
I don't begrudge helping her, but she is afraid and nervous, and hence uncooperative and prickly. She's been nagging at us all, - who is going to help her? How will she get home? Where are her clothes? All the "don't worry it'll work out's" are not working but at this point we have no real answers. She may have to go back to a rehab until better. She may have to stay in hospital until well.
I haven't drawn a thing this week, and usually I carry my pad with my where ever I go. I am knitting more, which is a way of getting some control, with all the counting and easy to see progress. I haven't been blogging. I haven't been commenting (much)
At this point I am just venting, but the worry is in the back of my mind. Perhaps she won't be able to live alone again. Perhaps we will have to move her into assisted living. My very strong, indominable MIL is showing weakness that neither I nor Mr. T have ever seen before. I worry for her, for me and mostly for her son, my hubby. He has an aunt still living but she's old also, and not in good health. I have a large family and can't imagine being the last one standing. What a lonely thought.
Ah well. Onwards....