My father used to say sometimes, that he felt like he'd been dragged through a 'knot hole'.
He was a hard worker, and I imagine that he did get very tired some days.
I feel that way today. It has been quite the weekend.
Thinking everything was under control, I fell into bed last night, the Weaving Weekend half over, and my mother settled into the hospital. So I thought.
Then about 4am, the phone rang. In the dark, quiet night, the harsh sound of the phone flipped the switch on my pulse. I could feel my heart beating harder in my chest.
The voice on the other end immediately reassured me that everything was OK, but there was a problem.
My mother was agitated, confused, raving, and would not calm down.
Deja vu all over again, goes the saying.
Four years ago, when my mother had her hip replaced, and was given morphine for pain, she became seriously confused and almost psychotic. At one point, I got a similar phone call, and they put my mother on the phone with me, hoping that would do the trick. But my mother refused to believe it was me. She finally demanded that I tell her the "secret word", to prove that I was, in fact, her daughter.
My head spun. Secret word????? What?????
Then I remembered. When I was 8 years old, I had eye surgery. The doctor told my mother that I would have to have both eyes bandaged for 24 hours. My mother and I came up with a secret word, so that no one would try to pass themselves off as my mother. The worries of a child in a frightening situation I guess.
"What's the secret word?", she asked. I stammered. I guessed. She screamed, "I knew it wasn't you."
Then finally, it popped into my head. "Horse, it's HORSE."
"Oh, thank God, it's YOU."
So this morning, talking to the nurse, in what seemed like a conversation I have had before, I told her to tell my mother I was on my way. Tell her that I told you the 'secret word',
When I got to the hospital, my mother still looked like a deer in the headlights, but she had quieted down.
After a while, she said, "Well, that secret word is sure getting a work out."
Ay yi yi.
All this because she had narcotics for two days, even after I warned them that this would happen. She is home now, and seems better. Exhausted, falling asleep in her chair, but better.
The weaving weekend was a success, in spite of all the interruptions. I stayed with my mother until about 7:30am, my daughter was on her way. I got back to the studio just as my students were having breakfast.
Every time I host a weaving weekend, I am amazed at what wonderful people come to Crazy as a Loom.
And more, I am amazed at how well they do. Look at them go!!!!
I even got a chance to finish a rug I had started on Friday.
Now I need a good night's sleep, to get ready for whatever is next. I am going to be staying close to home, hoping my mother will get back to being her old self. Soon.
Thanks for all your kind words, and encouragement. It's nice to know that there are so many blogger friends out there.
You're the best.