At the same time I don't want to get so used to Mom going to the ER for tracheotomy issues. I don't want to assume she will be okay and have something bad happen because I am taking my time getting there. Mom was the one who told me to stay home so I feel that I was respecting her wishes. I let her know I wouldn't tell dad and she understood. But I felt guilty.
Well, Mom wanted some wings. Of course she has no cash, there is no need for patients to have cash so she asked Dad for money. He has a tendency to be purposely funny difficult. Hmmm, now I know where I get that from. So he tries to hide his money from her. She was having none of that and even though they were both in wheelchairs and neither one could walk she "attacked" him and got the money for her wings. He decided that he would get a mixed sub, he will deny all of this however and insist that he was robbed.
I have tried to find the joy in simple things. So on one ER visit I found such joy. The ER has the smallest parking lot I have ever seen at a hospital. Even worse than parking at college. It might be large enough for 20 cars. Everytime I go there I have to get Dad out of the car, into the wheelchair, inside and into the room where mom is. This happens while my flashers are flashing so no one will hit the car in the tiny lot while I am doing this, because of course there is no parking and valet parking is on the other side of the hospital.
Now the absolute best thing that happened this week is my aunt emailed me two photos of my grandfather that were taken before he met my grandma. These had to be from the 1930's. He was in the U.S. Army and stationed in Hawaii. The photos show just how much of a fun guy he was. I miss him so much, but as the years go by I forget more and more about him. I only knew him for 15 or 16 years. The day I found these in my email was the day of the above ER visit and seeing my Grandpa doing the Hula made my day, I hope they make yours too!