Moms - Gotta Love Them!
A little humor in the midst of my recovery and life changes - I have to relay something that happened between my mother and I in the ER last week while I was having a heart attack. My mother is my best friend. She is also the vainest person on the face of the earth and admits to it readily. She takes good care of herself and looks very good for a woman her age. When she hears comments about how good she looks, she is like a peacock spreading her feathers to show just how good she looks. I am very proud of her, but I am not my mother. I let myself get out of shape and she hounds me about it. She is concerned for my health, but also admits she doesn’t like having a daughter who is over weight. My brother is obese but, to her, he’s just a big guy. Get where I am going here?
I never leave home without a full face of makeup and earrings. I remember a trip to the hospital when my step-father was on his death bed. He had lapsed into a coma and I was rushing to be with Mom. Just before I arrived at the hospital I realized I had forgotten my earrings. Couldn’t let Mom see me that way at a time like this! Thank goodness Walgreens was next to the hospital. I popped in, bought a pair of earrings and put them on. Mom actually commented on my earrings, saying she loved them.
Getting to the point - my mother met me in the ER last week after I arrived by ambulance. By this time we were fairly certain I was having a heart attack. She had not been in the room with me 5 minutes when she noticed my feet. I was wearing flip flops due to my recent bypass surgery. She could not believe I had let my feet get so dried out and looking like they were. I was flabbergasted, but this is Mom. I am having a heart attack and she is fussing that I haven’t used lotion on my feet in weeks. Sorry, Mom. The incisions on my leg from where they removed veins and the big one in my chest that was sawed open make that task kinda hard these days. Oh, and by the way, I don’t think anyone is looking at my feet while I am having a heart attack! Then a nurse came in and asked if she was my sister. Oi vey! First of all she doesn’t look THAT young and I sure don’t look THAT old. Then the nurse asked if she had had any work done. Hello? Heart attack over here! Can we discuss the finer points of aging gracefully later please? I was blissfully on morphine at this point but told the nurse she had not only made my mothers’ day, but also preened her feathers a little more. I asked her to please stop telling my mother how great she looked or no one else would fit in the room to help care for me with Mom’s ego inflating by the second.
I don’t deny my mother her dues. She works hard to look that good and it is all natural. I wish I had received more from her gene pool. I seem to have taken a longer dip in the heart disease and diabetes one. Mom is checking on me daily as I recover and, I am happy to say, hasn’t mentioned my feet once since I transferred out of the ER. Mothers - gotta love them! Good health to us all -
Dianna
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Well thats life. Take care of yourself coz someone cares a lot. Spmetimes things got complicated out in our hands. It just happens.Wether good or bad treat is just a simple happenings in life. I know its weird but oh boy what a heck. Cheer:D
My Mom could have cared less about her looks. Give her some books and she was happy. But my sister and I are another species. We have both fought the weight thing for MANY years and we always dress as well as we can even at home. You know, long skirts, tunics, scarves, make up and jewelery. When we look down we want to remember how long it took to get to this point and remember to stay on plan. I had injured my foot and am diabetic, so went to ER a couple of days later to be sure no infection had started. I went in a cab and I look up and here comes my sister. Sha said, ” Your nail polish is chipped on your toe. If I had known that I would have brought some.” The worse thing is I had noticed it, too. So I guess there are a lot of old broads out here trying to “Keep Up Appearances.” Laughing, Marge Honey, I am so glad you are still here amoung us. What a terrible time you are having. Praying for a speedy recovery. This appearance ploy is used by me because it is so easy to slip back into old habits. I don’t want that 265 pounds back back on my scale. I have heart disease, 2 stents, partially closed by scar tissue, diabetes, and a will to live these last years as healthy as I can.
My mother and your must come from the same gene pool. I unlike my mother am so unconcerned with clothes, make-up, jewlery, etc. I just need to be clean and well - groomed and I am good to go.
On a serious note, I hope that you make a speedy recovery. Get plenty of rest and don’t stress yourself. Heart attacks, no matter how minor, are serious buisness. You have one heart take good care of it.