Ma update: she's home
Apr. 16th, 2005 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcyesterday morning I didn’t manage a call to Ma in hospital, so I rang her last night before we went to sleep. NY’s 14 hours behind Sydney right now, so our bed time is her brekkie time. Turns out Ma was getting sprung in a couple of hours, since “I’m so much stronger now.”
Here’s the funny part: every time anyone calls her Ma says “stop calling, it’s too expensive.”
“Ma it costs (US)$.04 a minute to call you from Australia.”
“I don’t believe, stop calling.”
I didn’t stop, of course, I just missed the one call. But apparently she’s been badgering Da to call less and visit only once a day (Da runs a tax service, so the 15 April deadline loomed large for him). Well Da took her at her word and didn’t call her Thursday night--and since the hospital isn’t in NYC (it’s in Nassau County on Long Island), she couldn’t call him and arrange her ride home Friday morning.
“Ha, well you bit yourself on the ass with that one Ma--see what happens when you tell people to stop calling you? They stop calling you!. Next time tell them to call briefly . . .”
[laughter] “Yeah, you’re right. Alright, this is too expensive, hang up. I love you Jawn.”
“Love you too Ma”
Apparently, Ma won’t any longer be trapped in her bedroom either: she’s strong enough to make a trip down to the breakfast nook (with the aid of home chairlift, and the longest Oxygen hose you ever did see), so she can spend some time in the Spring sunshine. Now we just need Da to put the the housecleaning supplies out of reach--the whacko will no doubt try to start doing chores.
Here’s the funny part: every time anyone calls her Ma says “stop calling, it’s too expensive.”
“Ma it costs (US)$.04 a minute to call you from Australia.”
“I don’t believe, stop calling.”
I didn’t stop, of course, I just missed the one call. But apparently she’s been badgering Da to call less and visit only once a day (Da runs a tax service, so the 15 April deadline loomed large for him). Well Da took her at her word and didn’t call her Thursday night--and since the hospital isn’t in NYC (it’s in Nassau County on Long Island), she couldn’t call him and arrange her ride home Friday morning.
“Ha, well you bit yourself on the ass with that one Ma--see what happens when you tell people to stop calling you? They stop calling you!. Next time tell them to call briefly . . .”
[laughter] “Yeah, you’re right. Alright, this is too expensive, hang up. I love you Jawn.”
“Love you too Ma”
Apparently, Ma won’t any longer be trapped in her bedroom either: she’s strong enough to make a trip down to the breakfast nook (with the aid of home chairlift, and the longest Oxygen hose you ever did see), so she can spend some time in the Spring sunshine. Now we just need Da to put the the housecleaning supplies out of reach--the whacko will no doubt try to start doing chores.
