Just as I got mom back to bed the CNA appeared, “Can I help you”. I kept my focus on mom as I told the aide that I had already helped mom to the restroom but I would appreciate it if she would “please” empty and clean the commode. The aide was still in the room when I kissed mom and told her I would be back later in the evening; she assured me she would take care of mom “and the commode”.
the SNF lit up on the caller ID. My heart sank. Had something happened to mom? I had been out of the room for less than three minutes and mom was in bed when I left; I had put her there myself. Maybe it wasn't bad; maybe they had a private room for mom! “Sorry, I meant to catch you before you left”, the coordinator continued, “Will you be here around 3:00”? Was she kidding? It was after eleven now, I had been there since just after seven and hadn't left until nearly ten the night before; I hadn't eaten and was nearly going blind from a migraine. “I guess I can be”, I obviously wanted to know why.
I had just finished eating and was pulling out of the parking lot when
I heard my phone ring. Of course the phone had gone clear to the bottom of my purse and I couldn't get my hands on it. I decided whatever it was could wait until I drove the few miles back to the facility; then I decided it couldn't. I only made it a block before convincing myself I HAD to know who called. Less than a minute later I was sitting in another parking lot fishing my phone out. I smiled as I listened to the voice mail; what a nice surprise for mom, I hoped I could keep the secret.