At work today I messed up trying to back up the truck (into a driveway that runs at a rather steep angle rather than perpendicular to the road) and got the back wheels stuck in the mud. I had to get two people with pickup trucks to tow it back onto the concrete in order to leave.
I wasn't expecting to be at work very long today so I did not pack a lunch, but since I had to wait for a tow I had to stay much longer than expected.
When I got home dad said that he heard my aunt (mom older half sister, who is also my father's younger brother's widow, who had suffered from Parkinson's for almost 20 years and was moved to hospice last week) is not expected to live more than a couple more days. He said I cannot tell mom lest it put her in a mood that hinders her recovery.
On the way to visit mom in the hospital after work I got stuck in the worse traffic I'd ever seen on the road that connects the cul-de-sac where we live to the rest of the town. It took more than half an hour to travel less than a mile. Just a little before the traffic light at the end of the road there were a couple cop cars around a wreck motorcycle.
I was planning to get a burrito at Moe's (the one across the the hospital, so i could park there rather than paying to use the parking deck) as an early dinner since I skipped lunch, but it ended up being at my normal dinner time. The guy who made the burrito barely filled it half as much as usual.
When I got to the hospital the woman at the front desk said mom was still in the ICU, but by the time I got there she was already in a wheelchair ready to be moved to her new room.
She was really upset that they would not let her put her dentures in since it is harder to talk without them. They seemed to think she should only wear them when eating, but I managed to convince them otherwise.
Mom was talking much more clearly today, and was able to stand up a walk a little. They wouldn't let her do so as much as she liked. She did have physical, occupational, and speech language therapy today, and did fine. Frankly she seemed almost back to how she was yesterday.
The most noticeable difference is that her mouth was drooping even more than before. It was nowhere near symmetrical at any point. The doctors insisted it was no stroke, but I remembered this evening that weeks ago he had also mentioned the possibility of damage to the facial nerves.
My internet searches show that facial nerve palsy is a relatively common complication of the surgery, but is usually only temporary.
Mom did ask how her sister was doing a few times. It did not feel right lying to her, so I just said that I have not heard anything from her personally and omitted that dad said my uncle says she does not have long to live.
Mom also kept saying that she was pretty sure someone told her that she died last night and had to be resuscitated, but the nurses are sure that was just a bad dream.