Thursday night, Tim found his mom on the side of the house. On the ground.
Turns out she had done some drinking and took a walk. We had a path made shortly after buying the house. It’s nice and even, plus the lights from the park keep it decently lit.
But after a little liquor, Nadine apparently decided that the path wasn’t enough. So she kept going to the dark, uneven ground around the back of the guest house. And fell. And hit her head on a paving stone left by the previous owners.
We’re pretty sure she went to sneak a smoke. She’s been doing this for ages and then denying it. She used to use the other side of the house, but we kept catching her there.
Besides her health, we’re upset because her lies are just insulting to our intelligence. Plus she covers up the smoke smell with cloying fragrances that aggravate Tim’s asthma.
So I guess she’s started favoring the other side, where Tim has repeatedly asked her to stay out of. Because he was afraid of her falling.
Perhaps most worrisome is that Tim wouldn’t have found her but for his desire for a nightcap. He went out to get some ice, and she called to him.
Marc didn’t even realize she was gone because he dozes in and out all day. Tim’s new rule: Marc goes with her whenever she takes a walk anywhere. He could use the exercise anyway.
She ended up with 10 stitches and, once the doctors realized she wouldn’t stay still, four staples. At least she wasn’t stuck in the ER long. I dropped Tim off at the hospital at 10:15, and came back to pick them up at 12:15.
Even after it was over, Tim and I were too keyed up to sleep. I finally got into bed around 1:30 a.m. I had cleared out the emails in the inbox so I could sleep in. But I woke up at 7:30.
This is in addition to crappy sleep on Tuesday, where I got about five hours of sleep. So I ended up with about 19 hours’ sleep in three days. I need about nine hours a night.
Tim hasn’t had a good night’s sleep lately. Thanks to our four-legged alarm clock, he’s up at 6:30 every morning. We’ve started going to bed earlier to compensate, but sometimes his back pain will wake him up anyway.
Thanks to all this, Friday was spent mainly in a fog. I almost forgot to go in for the blood draw. I was grumpy, and it felt like a huge aggravation. But I’m trying to take heart that they wanted more tests. That means they probably found something, right?
But on the bright side, my mom is done with the WordPress conference that she came down for. So we can hang out and watch Archer Vice. After that, Tim wants to show her Daredevil on Netflix.
Plus some meals out. Frugal lady that she is, she cashed in credit card rewards so that she can treat us to some meals without breaking the bank. Especially now that she’s working less.
Oh, and the bright side of all of this craziness: Nadine has agreed to try Tim’s e-cigarettes. Even if she doesn’t quit, the vapor should be easier on her lungs. Given that she has COPD, that’s a big deal.
Anyone else have to wrangle a parent’s health scare? Anyone else dealing with bad sleep?