"How was your Easter?" they'll ask at work tomorrow.
And I'll say, oh, very nice, and yours? Or should I tell them the truth about how my mom's boyfriend and I arrived, planning to take her to a restaurant, but turns out she has a horrible bedsore and is screaming in pain. She has two 24/7 aides who take 3 - 4 nights, respectively. The more experienced aide, who is almost a RN, had just arrived for her shift and is upset with the other one, who is a newbie, and I guess didn't notice or know how to tend to the sore.
So, I call my mom's doctor on Easter and she tells the aide exactly how to dress the wound, etc. She says we don't have to take her to the ER unless it's bleeding or she has a fever, which it isn't and she doesn't. The nurse is coming tomorrow, so that's good. Taking her to the ER in NYC would be extremely stressful for her, so really had to weigh risks and benefits.
In the midst of all this, her boyfriend and I somehow almost came to blows over politics. He's the best guy, a real mensch, so devoted to her but, gah! I wanted to hit him over the head with a chair. Fortunately, we were able to agree to disagree, sort of, and focus on my poor mom, who is in pain. He sang her a love song. Under normal circumstances, she would have thrown him out the door for his politcal views. They used to fight about their political differences constantly. Now, she's very mild and wasn't even paying attention to our argument.
Anyway, I went home. He's staying overnight. I feel she's in good hands with her aide and nurse is coming tomorrow. But, darn, I didn't even have a jellybean today!