My Mom Had Surgery
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My Mom Had Surgery

In October my mom had surgery to repair a tear in her rotator cuff. I was pretty nervous about it, so what did I do, took photos of course. The surgery itself went fine. Her doctor and all the people in the surgical area were great. Super nice and they seemed to take good care of her. She checked in to the hospital at 6am had the surgery at 7:30 was out of the OR by around 10 and discharged by 11:30am. Which I thought was a little odd, a 67 year old woman with a history of high blood pressure and heard disease would being discharged so soon after having surgery. Well, sure enough when we got her into the car, she started having chest pains. Technically she was having chest pains earlier but neglected to say anything about it…that’s my mom. I went back into the hospital, told her nurse, and they immediately checked her back in, but to the ER. The ER staffed sucked, they were absolutely horrible. I was pretty pissed. No one could tell us what was wrong with my mother, her nurse seemed completely apathetic, and the Dr, well in the 7 hours we were in the ER I only saw him get up from his chair twice times: once to grab a doughnut, once to do rounds. I wish I had taken photos during the ER experience so I could publish their faces, but I put the camera away as soon as we got into the ER. Thankfully my mom is ok and her rotator cuff is healing just fine.

This was the first time I’ve ever truly thought about the reality of loosing my parents. It was scary and and it freaked me out. But at the same time it reaffirmed how much I love my parents, my family, and my friends. And it helped me to let go of some of the crap I’ve been carrying around for a while. Although, I doubt I will ever forgive my mom for telling me that leaving my shirt untucked made my ass look big. As a result of that comment, I even wore my shirt tucked in during gym class. Yes, I was that dork and it scarred me for life. But I do love you mom!

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