Yesterday morning Mom, last seen Sprinting Up the Staircase at 83, had to return to the hospital for more major surgery, again involving general anesthesia.
It’s not about her knee this time – that’s working fine – but nor is it the kind she wants her daughter blabbing about on the Bodies in Motion blog.
Fine. We won’t go into specifics.
We’ll go directly to the story: Mom’s surgery takes place three hours later than originally scheduled. So Mom and Bernie, her husband, have to wait. Mom’s already got her hospital gown on, and she’s supposed to be lying on the guerney like any other compliant patient, waiting.
Except Mom’s never been the sort to lie around.
Especially when she’s still post-op from the knee surgery, and concerned that too much lying around is going to make the knee stiff.
So, even though she’s already got an IV dripping into her arm, Mom wraps the hospital gown around her, hops off the guerney and starts doing some exercises – wheeling the IV bottle and its metal cart behind her. “Nothing fancy, just some leg lifts, toe raises, flexion and extension, that sort of thing,” she explains to me later, when we talk about it.
I bet the nurses are still talking about it too. As they walked by, they were overheard exclaiming,
“What is she doing?”
“Is that the patient?”
“Why is she kicking her leg like that?”
“She looks like a New York City Rockette.”
“I think she’s EXERCISING.”
“Isn’t she, like, 83 or something?”
“She can’t be.”
“Have you ever seen such a thing?”
“No, but I’ll bet you one thing: She’s going to recover in record speed.”
And she did.