Accepting Help

“We’d like for you to consider a rehab facility.  There are several excellent ones in the area.”

“I want to go home.”

Getting Up – Berthe Morisot 1885-1886

“Ms. Garrison, your pelvis is cracked, the leg is stabilized but it needs to be monitored. You will have muscle atrophy and”

“Can I go home now or not? Are you making me stay here?”

“As you know, we can’t make you do anything.”

“Then let me go home, I’ve got an orthopedist  I’ll work with and we will take it from there.”

The young doctor looked pleadingly at the woman who was clearly the patient’s mother. The woman mirrored Ann’s direct and stubborn gaze. He was outnumbered. He’d heard stories of  local jockeys coming into the hospital mangled from a wreck and hobble out of their hospital beds to go back to racing. But this was the first time he’d seen it firsthand and he didn’t expect it from a woman.

“I’ll need time to prepare the paperwork.”

“I’d like copies of my x-rays.”

“No problem, just give me the name of your doctor and I’ll send them along for his review.”

“The x-rays are of my body and I want them.”

“Are you a doctor or an X-ray technician?

“I’m the goddamn body that you took them of and I want them.”

The steely gaze pointed his way came from both the woman and her mother and he knew to get out of the room before his demeanor turned less than professional.

“I’ll see what I can do.”  He strode from the room mustering every bit of dignity he could.

“You were pretty hard on him dear.”  

“I hate hospitals and I want out.”

“Okay, lets talk about the elephant in the room.  Where am I taking you?  I don’t suppose you are letting me take you to my house and you haven’t called Dee that I can tell.”

“I told you, I’m going home.”

“And who is there to help you?”

“I don’t need any help.”

“Bologna Ann. Look, I know this is hard for you and unfair and I know  you like everything your way and pretend everything is okay but you have to let somebody help you and it might as well be me. I’m calling your father and telling him to hold down the fort and to send me some of my things.”

“Mom, you have things to do and a life and friends and responsibilities, I’m not going to let you wait on me.”

“I’m your mother Ann and nothing you can do will change that. It’s what mothers are for. I’d do it for your brother and God knows I’ve nursed your father through enough stuff.  So shut up and deal with the fact that we are going to have to learn to put up with each other for a while.”

Ann was beat and she knew it. The thought of her mom judging her house and her life made her squirm, but the comfort of having her there for company and to deal with the pain of healing warmed her.

“Do I have to eat your cooking?”Ann smiled mischievously.

“Every last bite.” 

“You won’t complain that Luke gets to sleep on the furniture?”

“Oh Jesus, do you let that dog get on my old couch?”

“No, he destroyed that couch, I have a new one and he loves it.” Ann smiled again.

Gayle Garrison rolled her eyes heavenward and sighed.    

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