Mom has been in a lot of pain the past couple days. She was also running low on pain medication. I passed the buck to my sister.
After a bunch of phone calls over two days it was decided that the main reason Mom was hurting so much is she needed to poop. Apparently she hadn’t gone “number two” since before the surgery, and that’s not the kinda thing I usually keep track of. Milk of Magnesia and a stool softener didn’t do the trick, so my sister bought her some suppositories. (She also got Mom a refill on her pain meds.)
After my sister left I asked Mom what she wanted with the tri-tip I was cooking in the crock pot for dinner. She said some ranch beans would be nice. Then I asked her if she was hungry right now.
Mom held up a suppository and said, “Right now I’m gonna stick this thing in my rear end.”
TMI, Mom, TMI. This is why I drink.
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