MIL DR visit in Second 1st

  • Feb. 27, 2019, 6:17 p.m.
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i woke Rocky at 4:30, he ignored me..... I woke him in earnest at 5:15 … he had set out stuff like he wanted to grab a shower before we left so I used that “You better get up or you won’t have time for a shower”..... I texted his mom at 10 till and told her not to worry we hadn’t forgot and Rocky was in the shower. She said she was ready and don’t go speeding over there we will get there when we get there. We managed 6:20.... we got to the office at 7:45 and she went right to the back. i guess we did okay.

Rocky had dropped us off at the door so I texted him directions.... which he failed to follow until I texted again asking if i needed to come find him. He said “No, I’m in the lobby.” lmao.... I was in the lobby lmao so no..... he went to the wrong area. He found his way after rereading my directions.

So Rocky’s mom looks a ton better than I thought she would. I was expecting slow going and frail.... half of things not working. She looked pretty much so fine to me.... i mean normal for her. She told us on the way home what the doctor had told her. he read out the results of the tests she had and told her basically her body had given her a warning. She doesn’t drink or smoke so he figures it’s because she doesn’t sleep. he gave her some silly advice about laying in the bed when she’s sleepy. She told him as soon as she does she’s awake. He said when that happens get back up. She told him she falls asleep in the chair in the living room all the time and he told her when she wakes to go to bed.... where she will be wide awake.... so leave the bed.... it’s circular logic. I told her sleep, wherever you sleep better, sleep there. When you are sleepy.... turn off your cell phone, turn off the TV and sleep....

She doesn’t sleep and the doc thinks that’s what her body is signalling about. If she doesn’t start taking care of herself it’s going to kill her. She has PTSD and I think that’s the biggest contributor (amongst other medical issues…) Rocky actually asked me (as if I’d know) why she had PTSD. I reminded him that it’s been 6 years but his biological dad DID try to set his mom on fire. We know for a fact she was very paranoid after that. Currently though it should help a ton that he doesn’t know where she lives. We also don’t know what she’s been through before we ever came along and PTSD is a lifetime thing. Either way.... the doc told her she needed to talk to someone. However, Rocky’s mom has got some kind of bad connotation with anything to do with the psychological because she kept rolling her eyes and calling them shrinks. .....

Look when things aren’t right with you’r heart you go to a Cardiologist. When your feet aren’t right you go to a Pediatrist. When you’r lungs are messed up you see a Pulmonologist...... why do people have trouble with feelings.... … they are unfortunately a part of us just like a damn finger. smh..... we are all broken it’s only the degree which makes the difference so ignore it because you don’t want to admit you need to be fixed?.... that you need help fixing you?....Not everyone knows how to recreate themselves. .... It’s just dumb not to ask for help when you so badly need it..... BTW she told me she’s sleeping like 4 hours every other day.... and not all at the same time. Almost always sleeping in her chair.

On the way to the car we locked arms. She said it was so she could lean on me a tad because she knew she wasn’t walking straight. I explained I knew I wasn’t either. I felt that I had tugged her a couple times but I think she was just trying to get a feel for how bad I was and not so much that she needed me. Rocky had dropped us off at the door but we all walked back to the car.

We spent about a half hour at her house listening to her talk about her fur babies. Rocky was hungry but it was just then 10:00 and nothing would have lunch till 10:30.... and we didn’t have anything else till 1:00 so I got him to stay for a little while.


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