Okay, recap for Juice and anyone else who might not recall the deets on my MIL. Her med issues stem from an accident she was in a year+ ago. She was riding a moped, in the rain, no helmet... at 4 AM. (Drug addicts do that sort of thing, if ya catch my drift.) She suffered a major head injury and has had a few surgeries over several months. The last surgery was a few months ago and supposed to be the "last one" and she was supposedly good to go. She's made a rather miraculous recovery, including a "cure" for her drug addiction. Her brain was so altered from the accident, the addicted part of her brain is no longer. Weird, huh?
BUT.... now it turns out, no one asked her doctors if it was okay to fly
: so that may have caused this infection. It seems logical to me that the cabin pressure could potentially cause swelling and stress and spark in infection, don't you all think?
I feel guilty for being frustrated with her visit and with her, and for feeling like this new surgery is just one more thing for me/us to deal with, but no one really asked us if she could come in the first place. John's uncle bought her ticket w/o consulting us, because he wanted to go on vacation (well deserved, but still) and she can't be left alone. So rather than find someone to stay with her at their house, he decided to fly her and her busted head across the freakin country (from FL to CA) to come stay with us for 10 days. Did I mention
She was scheduled to go home on Sunday, but who knows when she'll go now. I assume she will be in the hospital for several days, and then at our house for several more before she can travel home. If she can even fly, that is. The outcome of this situation is sooooo uncertain. We've just got to get through the surgery and the rest will fall out from there.
The prospect of her being here for like a month is sending me into a total tailspin. Can. Not. Deal.
Thanks mamas for letting me vent about this. John shares my sentiments, but it's still weird to talk my DH about his mom like that. He has a long history with her (not good) and he's no mama's boy, that's for sure. But I still feel like I have to hold back some of my exasperation. He has put up with my parents visiting a million times, and although it's drastically different, it's in-laws and you do what you gotta do.
I guess at this very moment I'm just super glad John took today off. If he had not, it would have been me and the three kids taking her to the ER, and following her to the other hospital to wait for the surgery. I'm feeling relieved that all I have to do it 100% kid duty tonight. Suddenly, the diner/bath/bed routine seems like a piece of cake.