We almost made it through the day yesterday without having anything we would immediately need being packed up by the movers and placed in the huge shipping container on its way to Zurich. Almost. Not that I really need my inhaler for the Bronchitis I was just beginning to get over. (Strangely, it seems to be back in my lungs full-force this am - a result of not adhering to prescribed inhaler regimen or a bi-product of just knowing that I couldn't have/use it even if I wanted to?....hmmm.)
Yesterday was insane on many levels. I woke up at 5 to go and pick my mom up and take her to the hospital to get her hip replaced. We had a quiet ride - neither of us wanting to speak of my leaving in 48 hours nor what lay ahead for her later that morning.
We got her settled and the drugs began to kick in when Nurse Nahla asked, "Is there anything you want to make sure the doctor knows before the surgery?" Mom answered groggily, "I want my scars to be even." (She had her other hip replaced a few years ago by the same doc.) I added, "She's a swimsuit model." I found it funny, even though each time I used that line - there were many nurses coming in asking the very same questions - I got mostly odd, puzzled looks in return. Mom smiled and rolled her eyes. Oh those Vermilyea broads, always making inappropriate comments/jokes at inappropriate times. Got to love us.
I left the hospital as soon as they wheeled mom to the operating room and headed back to packing central. This whole moving internationally thing is nothing to sneeze at I'm realizing...
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