Mary had chest pain again last night. I feel so helpless. I didn't want to take her back to the hospital. Isn't that selfish of me? She just kept moving around. I don't think that's good and kept singing Brahms' Lullaby to her (and putting myself to sleep), but she insisted on sitting up. Around 6 AM I moved her to the living room and gave her a baby aspirin and some carbonated water. She seemed to get better. I hated to give her the aspirirn because she'd had one in the ambulance, and she had the internal bleeding once, but I figured I could leave it out of her usual morning regimen of pills. She used the potty and seemed to feel really better and finally went to sleep. I went back to my bed and didn't get up till around 11 AM. It's noon, but I'm still not awake. Why didn't I ask them at the hospital what to do if she had chest pain again?
I am 41 and have a baby without ever having given birth! And it doesn't have four legs, either! I have somehow managed to adopt my 98-year-old Aunt Mary. She thinks she has adopted me, which is ok since she never had any children. I also have a 97-year-old Aunt Anna. My mom, the youngest sister (80), is quite a hoot. Unfortunately, two other siblings died this past year.
About Me
- sweet niece
- I originally studied voice (coloratura lyric--ie, high notes but no agility, love to wallow in legato) but after moving to Germany (ostentatiously to pursue this goal further, although I see now that I really just wanted to learn to speak a foreign language fluently and to live in Europe and eat well), I gave up singing classical music. I sang with a pop/soul group for a few years--it was a lot of fun, but we practiced far more than we ever performed, which was in the end quite deadly and seems to be the story of my performing life. I moved back to the U.S. and taught German for a couple of years--that's when I moved in with Mary. Then I decided to actually study German and get a degree in it (since I had a great deal where, not only would the education be practically free, but I'd also get to work and have an income). I finished my degree and have moved back in full-time with Mary--over the last two years I'd come home every other weekend to take care of her and called her about three times a day to check on her. I guess you could say I'm a bit over-protective :-)
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