It's been a few days since I've posted. Feeling like a bit of a slacker. Yup, that's me, slacker nurse practitioner.Honestly, I was so plum tuckered out after a few days of tending to patients that I barely crawled out of the clinic on Friday night, cursing the nonfunctioning fax machine and the specialists who don't return phone calls.
Anywho, I told my mother a few days ago about this blogging thing, and gave her the link. She's quite amazing in her ability to not just turn the computer on but really use it--quite a feat at her (ahem) advanced age.
So, she checked it out! I have to admit that I was actually kinda nervous at the prospect of my mother perusing this thing--probably some leftover issues I'll never get to in therapy. But--she liked it! Not only did she like it, but she thought I could give Maureen Dowd a run for her money. Here I come, New York Times. Ha! Aren't mothers wonderful? No matter what kind of crap their children manage to produce, they couldn't be prouder!
Isn't she utterly adorable? A word about my mother. She is not a nurse. But she is my hero. She is smart, insightful, funny and caring. She took care of my Dad during a lengthy and pretty miserable illness (Lewy Body Disease, the second most common form of dementia after Alzheimer's--maybe one of these days I'll write about it) with her wit and sanity (mostly) intact. I really can't imagine what it was like for her, but she soldiered on and took care of him up until the bitter end. And now she's like a volunteer poster child for the Alzheimer's Association in her home state and is adored by all.
To all those unsung mother caretakers out there:
Viva!
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