Hey, Hey, You Sexy Thing

Some weeks back my Mom feel down and banged up her knee. She went to the doctor to treat her knee for oh, about 6 weeks, before finally discovering that she in fact had a broken hip! If anyone ever doubted the fortitude of Scottish women before, my mother is proof positive of their grit and stoicism. She hobbled around on that thing for a month and a half and only grumbled a little now and again before finding out she needed an entire new hip.

So, after spending one fabulous month with my sis in Seattle, I came home to LA for one day, turned right around and came up to Lakeport, CA to help tend to Mom while she was off her feet.

As it turned out, my first order of business was to throw my back out and render myself virtually useless to my sister, brother, sister-in-law and nephew who are holding down full time jobs as well as caring for now, two of us.  Being able to drive, I was able to help my sister get Mom to various appointments. Lisa however, broke her foot a few weeks back so basically we looked like this: Mom, broken hip and recovering from surgery; Lisa, broken foot and damaged shoulder socket (soon to be replaced); me, blown out back and MS. My chiropractor said we should have our own fife and drum corp as we looked like we’re returning from battle.

One of the bonuses to being in Lakeport is that my sister-in-law and brother are very well known in this small town as they are both deeply involved in the education system here, and have been for years. You drop the  name Hagberg (my maiden name) and it’s like being a Kardashian here in LA. Just about everyone has had my brother as an English teacher at one time or another in the last 18 years, so nurses, pharmacists, waiters, grocers, yoga teachers, mechanics….you name it, they roll out the red carpet once you drop the H name. Lisa and I threw it around like we were angling to get backstage to a hot concert. And it worked. It’s a nice little town and we were royalty.

We also spent quite a bit of time at the hospital where I would go visit my mom or take her for follow up appointments once she was sent home. For these stints I would use my walker if I was flying solo without my sister, and let me tell you, I was feeling like pretty hot stuff. In Los Angeles, people generally look at me with a twinge of pity when they see me with a walker. Not so Lakeport. Perhaps it was the aura of the Hagberg persona that was wafting around me, or maybe I just need to spend more time around hospitals and convalescent homes. I have NEVER been hit on before when using a walking aid, but on an almost daily basis I got a wink, a nod, or a “hellloooo there!” It was a great ego boost.

Thankfully Mom is back living at her home after a record 30 day recovery period, all the siblings and families have returned to a fairly normal routine, and I’m back to being a regular, middle-aged, hirpling, non-celebrity in Los Angeles.