My mom, age 84, and I don’t always have the easiest time. She doesn’t like me telling her what to do. I don’t like her dropping hints on how to raise kids. For sure, she missed the AARP memo on simplifying life after retirement.
Months ago, in a freak accident mowing grass, Mom went airborne. I saw her in the ER, bruised and stitched. Two ribs and left elbow broken; left shoulder dislocated and broken.
Before I opened my mouth, she said, “Why the face? I’m not dead!”
Two month after her injury, she started painting her backyard fence. I asked how it went.
She said, “I hurt all over.”
“What pain med are you on?”
Her doctor prescribed piroxicam, a once-daily, nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug (NSAID), which she took – as needed.
“The drug works, Mom,” I said. “But you’re doing it wrong.”