Role reversal

It is so hard to watch my mom these days. While she is recovering in ways I feared she never would, it is so sad to watch her struggle so much. She can't make it up her stairs more than once without being exhausted for the rest of the day. I can remember friends and family asking her and dad why they built a two-story home "at their age" and thinking that was silly because they are both so active. She is still struggling with using her left arm, too. But, her speech has cleared up and she moves around pretty good.

The home-health nurse released her from home healthcare and she will start doing therapy on an outpatient basis, but the nurse was concerned because her BP is only 91/58 and she is on high blood pressure medication. I told mom to call the doctor and she said she did a few days ago and they haven't called back. Here was our conversation:

AoM: What did you tell them you needed?
Mom: I told them I needed to see the doctor.
AoM: Mom, call back and ask for a nurse and tell her that you are on high blood pressure medication, you had a stroke and the nurse who has been coming to the house said your BP is 91/58. Ask them what you need to do? Stop taking the medicine? See the doctor or what. Are you going to call or do I need to?
Mom: I'll call them tomorrow. It's too late now.
AoM: Mom, it is 2:45. Call them when we hang up or I'm going to call them.
Mom: Ok.

*shaking my head*

I'll call her to tonight to make sure she called. Great fishsticks with tartar sauce. What happened to my mother?