As in, my daughter had her tonsils out today so Mom is on call.
It’s not a physical work out but an emotional one. Stress and worry. Hospital and charming, wonderful, amazing staff not withstanding, it’s exhausting.
Early rise, wait-wait-wait, papers to sign, gown to put on, IV insertion (twice cause the first time the vein rolled away and digging didn’t get it back…), tight hand holding, wait-wait-wait. See the Anesthesiologist, the Doctor, Dad (an OR Nurse).
Versed, eyes slow blinking, silliness, time to go. Worry sits on my shoulder like a menacing vulture and tears at my concentration.
I try to crochet. Pulled it out all the way, twice. Doc finds me in the waiting room, “ Every thing went well”.
Breathe. In and out. The nasty bird lifts off of my shoulder to find another.
She sleeps, she wakes, laughs and cries. She’s silly again and sweet.
Two hours, two and a half hours, she wakes again. Time to go home.
Settled in bed, phone in hand and I’m off to fill prescriptions and pick up ice cream. Two kinds.
Back home and the exhaustion weighs me down, wraps me up in a cocoon of cotton until, sitting in front of the heater, my eyes close.
That is my work out today, friends. Good night or good morning where ever you are! Reach out and hold someone close and breathe ❤️