Everytime my mother calls me, it is an "emergency" and she expects me to drop everything and drive to her house, which is 35 miles away. Saturday, she called early in the morning insisting I come RIGHT AWAY as she had hurt her back and couldn't walk (her words) and thought she had an impacted bowel. I told her to call 911. Of course, that was not an option! I needed to be there immediately to help her because she was in so much pain that she couldn't stand it.
When I explained that we (my husband and I) would be having visitors in a few hours, my mother changed her tune and said I should come up after the visitors leave. Oh, and when I came, I should stop at the grocery store in her town and get some tv dinners that were on sale so at least she could have something to eat because she was unable to stand at the stove and cook. Also, my husband was supposed to come along so that he could move her garbage bins from the curb back to her garage and go pick up her mail from the post office.
After discussing this with my husband, we decided to go to her house just to see how bad she was. We stopped at the store, picked up a few tv dinners and some Exlax.
When we got there, it was obvious that she was in pain. I asked her when she had hurt her back and was told "a few days ago". I asked why she hadn't called her doctor. My mother replied that she thought the pain would go away. And, now it was Saturday, and her doctor's office was closed so she called me.
I asked what she had been taking for the pain. She replied, "Nothing." The woman is 83 years old, and doesn't know that she should take ibuprofen or SOMETHING for aches and pains??????????????????? I was more than just a little astonished. So, I found her ibuprofen and made sure she took 2 capsules.
I also plugged in a heating pad/vibrating chair cushion that I had brought and showed her how it worked. And, made sure she took some Exlax and had several bottles of water available to keep herself hydrated.
I told her that if the pain got worse, she should call an ambulance. My husband came in with her mail (yes, he had moved her garbage bins!) and we left.
I called her in the evening and she was obviously feeling better.
I know I am enabling her when I let myself be taken in by her "emergency" calls but I am the only child available (my sisters live in other states.) Since I don't know how bad things really are, I feel I need to go to her house just to find out for myself.