If it's not one thing..it's your mother.

Yeah, yeah. I am hesitant to post a word about it because I have received a few responses from friends who wonder when there isn't something going on in my life. Well, I have come to the conclusion that I will continue to disappoint those friends. Simply put, as a single mom to a newly-minted toddler, a 'sandwich generation' gal helping care for aging parents and a job that always has several balls in the air there IS always something going on. I can hack it so why can't I talk about it without feeling guilty?? I'm certainly not whining. Every now and then I just need a little ventilation. Honestly, I would have no idea what to do with myself if I had a life with much spare time on my own.

The latest? I missed 3 word Sunday with a good note from my mama. I also turfed my call weekend to unsuspecting back-up... NOT something I take lightly. My girl had more experience with her aunties this weekend than she has ever had. But, she took it all in stride and is doing fab.

Why? On my call nights my parents reside at my house so a familiar adult is here should I need to run out for a birth. No biggie since 'C' is sleeping 99% of the time when this happens. My mom arose Saturday morning feeling unwell. Okay, we can handle that too. No problem...a little nausea, a little GI discomfort. Alrighty then. We'd get through. Out of nowhere, however, she did her best of making the house a crime scene. She had a massive GI bleed. (If you have a weak stomach just skip the part about the blood spray dripping down the walls, all over the floors...you get the idea). Fortunately, C saw none of this as it was naptime. Mom didn't think so much of the blood loss and consciousness was fading fast so, of course, 911 was called and the squad arrived pronto. C slept through all of that racket as they loaded up my mom and toted her down the steps. Amazing. My dad followed the squad and I waited for an auntie to arrive and stay with C so I could get to the ER.

Long story short, things were very dire for a while. (For those who know what it means, her hgb was 4.1 and pressures precariously low.) The bleed was stopped, she received many units of blood and she is improving. She has some enormous ulcerations healing now with large doses of soothing meds. I expect mom will be back here with me to mend more completely either tomorrow night or Wednesday. Yes, we know what caused the problem but that is a discussion for another day because this did not need to happen. It wasn't anything my parents did, they were following the instructions of someone who should have known better. Let me suffice it to say that prescription medications are nothing to eschew for anyone but especially in the older population.

Scary, scary moments there. But, we are out the other side for now. That was my weekend. It was certainly better than my mom's weekend but I have to say it wasn't on my list of faves.

The worst of the worst in the house is taken care of but I seriously thought about trying to find crime scene clean-up people. Alas, back to work I go because I really don't want her to see how horrifying it was when she comes back. Poor thing. It was such a terrible and frightening thing to see and, well, not much scares me. I am just ever-grateful that C was down for her nap at the time and that this was all in an area that could be closed off from her view.

See, it IS always something. But, that's life. Overall, mine is pretty grand most days so what's to complain about? Not a thing. I've got far more blessings than anything else. And, I am happy to say, I am blessed to hang onto mama a while longer yet. Good thing because C really digs her grammy too.

I'll try to come up with a fluffy post next time. Maybe something about how I finally caught up on blogs and am now over 100 posts behind again. Whew, you people can write!

Enjoy and be well.