From the joint, the pokey, the clink… okay, the rehab place. No, not the tall blonde chick who craves media attention until it backfires… I’m talking about my MOM.
She’s sleeping in her own home for the first time since 2006. December 2006. That was the last time she was in her own house. It’s crazy to think about it in those terms.
She’s feeling restless & wants to get out and do things… shop mostly. (that’s my Mom) She’s emotional about it. She wants to be able to get around on her own. Nurses and physical therapy will be visiting her weekly. She wants to be up and walking soon. *my fingers are crossed*
It’s making me very homesick. My sister and her kids visited her today. I wanted to be there with them so badly! I think a trip down there will be in the works very soon. I need to see her out of a hospital room… to know that it’s real.
Oh – I told the kids about her leg.
The boy replied, “So she’s been attacked by a shark without being in the water?!”
Um. I guess you could look at it that way.
When I tried to discuss it further and mentioned how she’ll be fitted for a prosthetic… he interrupted me and said, “Mommy, I know all about that; I saw it on Oprah.”
The girl chimed in about the other stuff that was on Oprah that day.
(since when did they start watching Oprah?)
Um, hello… kids? Remember… Noni’s leg?
They were fine. What was I worried about again?