Poor Mom. Her back is giving her “fits.” She’s been resting in bed this past week. We’ve been doing everything we can think of to help her manage the pain.
I entered her room with supplies, “Time to freeze yourself.”
Mom lay against her pillows in her queen size bed. “It’s that time again?” It’s been 28-32 degrees in the mornings. “Hey, the sun’s coming through my blinds. How about opening them so my room warms up?” Mom wears sunglasses 24/7 due to “light-sensitive eyes.”
“Sure. And you can warm up with your coffee, too.”
Mom leaned forward and untied her robe’s belt. Mom’s always a little bit cold. She also had a velcro back support on. Mom tugged on her velcro, and struggled to pull her arms out of her robe.
I set down the ice pack, the tray table with her coffee, and placed it on her bed. I leaned over her and grabbed a third pillow. My arm bumped her head when I straightened with the pillow. “Sorry, Mom!”
“I collided with your arm.”
I looked down…Mom’s face was…under the ski cap she wears. A definite nose bump poked out underneath the knitted fabric. “Forget your sunglasses. Just wear the cap over your face.”
Mom giggled. “That’s another option.” #knit #Sunglasses
E.V. Sparrow 