Try Not To Get Sick During What is Effectively a Holiday Weekend

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Well, she survived the first stint of rehab, but I'm not sure if I will.

She was complaining to me about the process, and I said, "But mom, you have to do this stuff. You can't just lay there."

"I don't want to be here. I will sign myself out and come home."

"But mom, you can't go up the stairs."

"I'll just lay on the sofa."

*sigh* "Mom, I promise you that on the day that you can walk across that parking lot and get into my car, you can come home."

"Don't you dare say things like that to me!"

"Somebody has to."

On the upside, a small miracle occured.

The social worker responded to the incident report I filed on Saturday by coming in to see my mother. She mentioned that she had "six or eight pairs of glasses in my office. Perhaps your daughter would look at them and see if she could identify yours."

Perhaps I could, but would it have killed her to put them on a tray and bring them down to show my mom?

I was kicked out of the room by the wound care specialist, and ambled down to the social worker's office. Of course, she wasn't there. But the door was wide open, and as I stood there, I noticed the glitter of lenses atop her filing cabinet. So I stepped into the room to take a better look. There were indeed six or eight pairs of eyeglasses. I looked through them and did not see my mom's frames. I was about to leave the office when I noticed an eyeglass case.

Yes.

The one with a contrasting color address label front and center on it, with my mom's name and address. My business card was inside the case, along with the glasses.

I guess you don't have to read to be a social worker anymore.

On the other hand, I am the one who asked Saint Anthony to return the glasses, so it's only right that I'm the one who actually found them.

I now have the "good" glasses at home. My mother has three pairs of the finest reading glasses Walmart had to offer. $7.96, for all three. That's $2.65 a pair, to save you from doing the math. These can be lost, run over with a wheelchair, or taken away in the bedsheets to the commercial laundry and I won't care.