|when I showed Mom this photo, she sighed and said,
“All white hair!”
You’ve heard of DIY home improvement, DIY weddings, and DIY probate: in my New England family we did DIY medical care.
Why pay for a doctor when you can treat compound fractures with Bactine, psoriasis with Ben-Gay, and appendicitis with a warm washcloth and Mom’s music box?
So I thought, Okay, I’ll give it a try.
As soon as I got on the table the body worker poked around my right hip and my left ankle for a sec and then she shook her head. “I can always tell the control freaks,” she said. “When’s your birthday?”
“I knew it!” she crowed. “Cancers take care of everyone else before they take care of themselves.”
“I actually don’t take care of other people OR myself, but whatever.”
|lilacs and cross, St. Ann Rehab, Dover, NH
Mom’s staying here for a bit as she took a nasty fall last Thursday and ended up in the ER
I’m visiting from LA for a week
|Jesus statue outside Mom’s window
Medicare pays for the first 21 days, then we co-pay 80%, which would be 144 bucks a day,
in addition to the $3625 per month we pay at the Wentworth Home, her usual pad. And apparently that’s cheap!
“Not lately.” .
|Mom has a new hobby: tearing tissues and napkins into even-sized smaller strips,
which she piles up and uses one by one to dab at her nose.
I donated two Starbucks napkins from my jacket pocket and as you can see, she went right to work
|it becomes clearer and clearer to me: the genesis of my love for trash,
bargains, buds, twigs, seed pods, Sacred Heart badges, milagros, the emotionally wounded, and small leather goods…