I Love Being The Daughter Of A Hypochondriac

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Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is HEADS – LOVE .

So, as previously mentioned, my mom got sick last week. She had a problem with her hand which was extremely painful. I can understand that. She went to one doctor who sent her to another doctor. While she was at this nerve specialist she asked him to check her breathing. He said her oxygen sats were low and she should go see her doctor right away. She has been diagnosed with mild PPH and has a pulmonary specialist who treats her. She had been doing well.

Instead of contacting the pulmonologist, she went upstairs to her GP. He said her sats were low and she needed to be on oxygen, which he would arrange, and to contact her pulmonologist. My mother heard “You will be on oxygen the rest of your life. There is no hope. You will never return to work and what time there is of your life left will be spent tethered to an oxygen bottle.”

When I talked to her over the next few days, she was ‘making arrangements.’ She notified her work, had “difficult” conversations with her beloved co-workers, and called her mother “to tell her.” She had a long, worrisome conversation with Nanny that got Nanny all worried and upset. The entire time I was saying hey! This seems a little sudden don’t you think? Maybe we should figure out why your sats are so low all of a sudden, you know, just before we bury you? After all, I said, this isn’t your GPs area of expertise and maybe, just maybe, we should talk to the specialist before she started “packing it in.” She said I needed to stop yelling at her (in Mom’s world if you disagree or tell her things will be okay when she has unilaterally decided things will not be okay then you are yelling at her). Apparently all three her kids were “yelling” at her. We “yell” because we love.

Today she went to the specialist. He said she will not be on oxygen for the rest of her life. In fact, she has improved so much just in these few days she can go off oxygen during the day and just use it at night. Oh and she might be allergic to the dog they got for Christmas, so he started her on an inhaler and some nasal spray. A dog allergy!

My mom, I gotta love her…otherwise I might have to kill her.

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20 Comments

  1. Um, are we sisters?

  2. Ahhh the mother/daughter relationship is grand isn’t it? 🙂

    I’m glad she avoided being tethered to an oxygen bottle. I hope the allergy can be worked around with dander spray or something.

  3. Somehow that’s funny in a not really funny way…does that make sense? You gotta love your family.

  4. lol That sounds like LOVE in our family too! Happy that she will be fine.

  5. The love comes through the exasperation. Great family story

  6. At least your mom thinks there’s something wrong as opposed to being in denial that anything can go wrong. That way when something really is wrong, you know it’ll be caught right away. With my mom on the other hand, it wasn’t until she was admitted to the hospital with a bloodsugar over 700 that she got real about the developing diabetes. Talk about frightening. But hey, they’re moms and we love them.

    ~X

    P.S. You know you make my day too right. 😉

  7. I’m still worried though, I don’t care what he says! Plus, how could she all of a sudden be allergic to a dog they got not this past x-mas but the x-mas of ’06? I doubt O2 stats dropped so suddenly because of a dog they have had for 1 year and 3 months.

    …Don’t you love having a mother AND a daughter who are hypochondriacs?

  8. My mom and I were like two peas in a pod! It’s funny to read your blog about the love relationship…I just kinda figured it’s all normalcy, isn’t it? I lost my mom to old age in 1994…so all I can say is, enjoy the ups and downs – one day she’ll be gone and all you’ll have is the memories of your love for her.

    Mine’s shared, it’a a poem of LOVE

  9. My mom and i click each other than my dad. I am scared of dad but mom we are partners. Sorry to hear all of that about your mom. Blessings!

  10. malinthemiddle

    At least she does go to the doctor, my dad just says, “Don’t worry about it.” Ok, Dad, your feet are turning blue and you keep falling, and your personality has done a 180, but I won’t worry about it.” I am glad she is doing better. It is true that allergies develop over time. Just because you were never allergic to something, it doesn’t mean you won’t be some day. Poor Vix’s Mom that she suffered so much worry. That stinks.

  11. Oh I absolutely love this post….how true it is….my mom god rest her soul…I loved her to pieces…but dear god could we argue…and well…it was what I called a love hate relationship….but not a day goes by that I don’t think of that woman that brought me to tears at times but was also my pillar of strength….I miss her

  12. Sigh……What can you do right?

  13. Ah, the joys of hypochondriacs. I hear ya, sister.

    Glad she’s off the oxygen. Hopefully she won’t get herself all worked up over her next flare up.

  14. Oh boy – sounds just like my Grandma… And I’m thinking my Mom is becoming more and more like that everyday, it’s only a matter of time. 😎

    Happy HoT!!! 🙂

  15. Good luck. I feel lucky…kinda. My mom’s the opposite. If she has problems, she won’t see a Dr. Gotta love the moms. 😉

  16. I’d say you were my SIL, that is my MIL to a tee!

  17. From death to puppy allergy. 😀 I’m glad she’s going to be okay! My hubby tends to over react too. ;D

  18. Scary, cute, and funny story all in one!

  19. You are a wonderful and descriptive writer. I wish your post was longer. I am glad you have a sense of humor about this because I may be one of those mothers (OK, I probably am) to my girls. I hope you know how lucky your mom is to have you around. Happy Valentine’s Day!

  20. funny, scary and described with a touch of humor using the real truth.

    much hugs my friend

    XXX

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