Mummy has a fall recently, about 2 months ago, and she broke her kneecaps. LITERALLY!! She has to undergo surgery to "wire" all the broken pieces together in order to save the thigh muscles from falling below her kneecap. By that, I mean it literally, for real!! The doctors were concerned as it would be serious if the surgery is not done on time and thigh muscles saved on time. I will not go into the details of her fall as there are some conspiracy going on. And i really meant it when i said conspiracy.
Fast forward to 2 months later, today. The fall is quite bad, in addition, she is getting old, the recovery process is slower. She, being impatient, is concern why her wound is not recovering as good as she thought. She was told by the physiotherapist that she has to exercise (as guided by them) everyday in order to make sure that her kneecap recovers at least 90%, if not 100%, of its uses when she fully recovers. I have to give her credit. She diligently exercises as per instructions of the physiotherapist, even though it is hurting her. She will then moan about the pain she experience from her exercise.
The wound will sometimes swell and stiffen the area, which make it harder and more painful for her when she exercise. Or even hard for her to walk around (she can walk around with the help of the crutches). The wound seems to have a mind of its own or the body is telling her something. Sometimes the injured area is so "cooperative" that she can have a smooth and painless day. But sometimes the swelling, the pain and stiffness is so bad that she would cry, out of helplessness and frustrations, while not being able to walk around or exercise. Still, in these situations, she will still persist to exercise and suffer the pain uncomfortably.
Daddy is not being helpful at all. He is being a real diva at home. Mummy "feedback" that he is being a pain in the ass nowadays. The older he gets, the more eccentric he is becoming. Even us, his children, cannot stand him, and his weird behavior and thinking. Sometimes, mummy feels cold and do not want to on the air condition to sleep and told daddy so. Instead of being accommodating, he actually told her to sleep in the living room because he needs the air condition. My eyes went big when i hear that and my heart goes WTF!
In one instances, he bought alot of food for mummy's dinner after mummy told him that she only wants 2 dishes. Of cos mummy will grumble seeing the amount of food he bought. He will then sit in front of mummy and make sure she finishes the food. If she cannot finish the food, he will gobble them up. Mummy will then be irritated and frustrated with him again. A little bit of history, daddy has some medical conditions. He has diabetes, high cholesterol and fatty liver. I am not sure about the other medical conditions that he has, but everyday he is like a medicine container, taking loads of medicines to control his medical conditions. His diabetes has come to a point that the doctor wants to see his wife to know why is it that his conditions is not improving but getting worse. He was told that he has to inject himself but he reject the idea violently (not physically). Given this kind of conditions, of cos mummy is irritated that he is not taking care of himself but still eating even after he has taken his meal.
In other instances, when he drove mummy around, he never considers her conditions and parked his car far away or inconveniently for mummy. When he saw how my aunties' husband treated mummy with TLC, he began to look out (abit) for her. One thing about daddy, he is an oscar winner actor. In front of others, he will show his TLC to mummy. Behind the back of the outsiders, he is being a diva and cares for himself more than for mummy. What a hypocrite!
At night, mummy will have problem sleeping as she is getting up at night to visit the toilet and she dreads this kind of waking-up-to-visit-the-toilet sessions. She has problem getting around given her medical condition, on top of that, it is very disruptive to her sleep.
Being an active person, now that she has to be indoors all the time, she is being restless and impatient. Facing the 4 walls everyday, with all of us out to work and coming home late, she is becoming very lonely. Having no one to talk to, no one to air her unhappiness and frustrations, she is becoming very cranky. It seems that she is becoming very negative even though her injury is recovering smoothly except for the occasionally "diva mood". She is crying most of the time, complaining that we do not go home early, no one is there to talk to her etc. I understand that an injured person, especially old people, tend to be cranky and difficult. I admit that i do not have much patience and is short tempered. But i really doing my best to be as mild and accommodating as possible. But I do have my work and school projects to do. I really need my "me" time to do these.
Take last weekend for instances. I met with my course mates for some project discussion. Before i left the house, she asked me what time will i be home cos she needs someone to get her dinner. And she die die has to eat by 7pm. When she asked, I cant possibly tell her that i cant buy dinner for her becos i have school project to do. So i have to cut short my discussion to accommodate her as the patient has a higher rights. Anyway, when i was trying to work out the timing to be back, she mistaken my silence as unable to buy dinner for her and commented that she will get my cousin to buy for her. Just that she dunno if my cousin is able to do so and blah blahblah..the guilt trip began.
I am not sure if she is aware but there are alot of times, i find that she is guilt tripping us with her medical conditions. I really dunno but i hope i am over thinking. I don't feel like talking further about what is happening. The uncomfortable feeling that is stored in me has somehow gotten aired and unburdened.
Till next time, though not sure when i will be writing again.
XOXO
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