My mother has been in the hospital.
Her heart, which shudders instead of beating, set off her defibrillator four times.
You know your heart function isn’t up to par when you get a defibrillator built into your chest.
Imagine getting your heart shocked while you’re conscious.
As typical, my mom is being a real trooper about the whole thing.
We took her home and she’s doing much better now that she can rest and relax in familiar settings without hospital staff and noises disturbing her.
Apparently, it’s THE LAW in California that when you set off a defibrillator, you can’t drive for 3 months.
So that means in my household of 5 people, I am the only adult (besides a flaky, self-absorbed teenager) who can drive.
And do laundry.
And clean a 3,000 square foot house.
And drive my blind father.
And take out the trash.
Do I sound like I’m a little overwhelmed?
Well, that’s because I am.
But since there’s not much to be done except to do all the shit that needs to get done, I believe I will just carry on.
Tejas says I need to get my boys more involved in the maintenance of the house.
And I have to agree.
Do you feel that breeze?
It’s the winds of change!