Today the big adventure (?) begins as I head off to Texas for my father’s long overdue back surgery. To complicate my parents’ situation, Mom was just released from the hospital after a bout with sepsis and 2 weeks of needed rehab. Now they cross paths entering and leaving the hospital, neither one in good physical condition.
I have been dreading this visit – not because I don’t like/love my family, but because I am selfishly concerned about how returning to my family of origin will impact my new way of eating. Certainly I am not looking forward to seeing how much my folks have aged over the last 4 months, and being a daily care provider is not my forte. (Hey, I became a doc not a nurse… don’t do these things well.) Also, being around my parents makes me eat – how ridiculous is that statement? Nothing and no one makes me eat but me. I am, however, an emotional eater and so many issue from my very young life rear their angry and hurt heads when I visit in my parents’ home.
‘Nuff said except to see more postings from my new 3G iPad over the next 2 weeks.