Add to the list of reasons on why I am back in New Orleans
Yesterday morning we made our way to La Vita to have brunch and I got a call from mom that she had fallen and was going to the emergency room to have stitches. What? So I brought J to meet G and left for Metairie to take her into East Jefferson – a hospital I have come to loathe – it is dismal and the people working there even depress me. When I got to her house – she had almost a hole in her throat from a puncture wound but what was more shocking was that she was dressed for work. It was Sunday. She said up until that minute she had thought it was Monday and was getting ready and had actually called her boss to tell him she’d be late because she needed to get stitches first.
You know those moments of terror or of “this is how it goes” – well that was my moment – and so I hugged her real close and told her she should think about coming to live with me. She never could suffer reality, which kept her always in a fantasy world, but now that real world keeps encroaching more and more and I could see the fear palpable in her eyes.
But in the hospital with my arm around her she joked about my brother and her sense of humor gave me hope she’d be all right – for now.
Much later – Dr. McCallister came to stitch her up and he was so kind to her, and so thoughtful and informative, that it made me forgive the whole ensemble at EJ.