The Visit

12-14-2009 Monday

It has been three weeks now since my mom was admitted at the rehab in Pampanga and today's the day that they would allow visitations for her. My gramma is evidently excited because she got up earlier than she usually did and prepared everything. Me? I acted casually as if visiting your mom in a rehab is a very normal thing for a 21 year old girl.

My gramma's brother whom I call Papa Ben accompanied us as per my mom's request when she texted me a couple of days ago thru the rehab staff's cellphone. It's a good thing that we don't have to commute all the way to Pampanga since Papa Ben has a car. We left the house at 8 in the morning and the ride to Pampanga took us 2 and a half hours.

My mom saw us immediately when we passed by their dormitory. I was nervous because I was really expecting her to be the manic blabber that she was when she got there. Thankfully, she wasn't. She greeted us happily, hugged each one of us and cried, telling us that she wanted to go home already. 'Well, you did it to yourself' I thought to myself, not feeling any pity for her. Have I gone completely evil? Am I the most unwanted daughter now? I hope not.

We ate the packed lunch that my gramma vigorously prepared earlier. The wind was blowing softly against our faces as we eat. The place is calming, with the nice view of Mt. Arayat as our background. We talked and I was glad that she's talking about the usual things now unlike before when all she's able to talk about are repetition of senseless words. I munched on my meal happily, seeing her close to normal is definitely a relief.

I talked with the nurse and she said that my mom is good to go by January 24, exactly 2 months after her admission. I had mixed emotions about it. Well, of course it's good that she'll be released so that means I can start saving money again but I'm also worried about her being back home. i'm sure that by now, my gramma is not even thinking about taking her to the province. She would prefer my mom to be at home, where she can be taken care of by us. Me and my mom in the same house, after I grabbed her hair, almost pulling it it out of it's scalp and almost punching her? That doesn't look good.

Well, that gives me something to think about before she comes home. Plan#1: Get an affordable rent to own house, live alone, and send them money every payday to support them. Plan#2: Find my mom a very easy job once she's really well, so that she'll still be out of the house often. Plan#3: Have a very long chat with my aunt and persuade her to let me stay with her and still keep my job to be able to give money to my family. Plan#2 seemed somehow impossible while Plan# 3 seemed next to impossible but I'm running out of options. I have less than 2 months to weigh these options and think it over carefully because I know that this decision will impact my life dramatically.

Labels: aunt, gramma, mother, pink crimson, Rehab. CLDRC

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 5:58 PM