Surgery Tomorrow
Mom called me earlier this week. Grandma is going under the knife tomorrow to have her knee replaced. I don’t know the details of the type of operation. She couldn’t really say. It’s good, though. Her knee has been bothering her for some time now. But I’m going home and staying at the parents’ place tonight. Mom thought I should be at the hospital tomorrow.
I won’t be able to do anything. My presence won’t make a difference. And I don’t think my grandmother will care if I am there or not. But my grandmother speaks pretty much zero English. For my mom, it is her second language. Neither of them have any medical training. So mom wants me there when the surgeon comes out to meet the family and when the nurses give instructions for post-op care.
Surgery is scary. I have seen the fear in the eyes of patients and their families. I think that a large part of the fear is the fear of the unknown.
There is nothing much for me to do by being present tomorrow. But at the same time, there is a whole lot for me to do tomorrow.
+1
Mom and dad were supposed to go to a wedding near me today. Mom has been saying for a week she isn’t sure she will be able to make it. I’ve been telling her for a week she should just go.
Well dad just called. Mom isn’t going.
I’ll be his +1 today.
Gotta start making myself look presentable now.
It’s mom’s birthday today. My sister printed out a picture of them and bought mom a frame. I bought mom KitKats.
What? It’s her favorite chocolate!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
Just some pictures of me and my mom from back in the day. Thank you for being my mom. Love you.
Suiting Up (HIMYM reference)
My favorite suit is a black single breasted suit. I think I’d like a gray one.
Anyways, the black one has a problem. The buttons on the left cuff of my sleeve broke cause I slammed the door and my sleeve was sticking out of the closet.
So mom said she found 8 buttons to replace them. I need 8 cause there are four on each side and I don’t want the two to be different.
I ask my mother if she actually knows how to do button changeover.
“Of course, I’m your mom.” That’s the answer she gives me.
Ok then.
And now that is going into my head and being saved should I one day get married and have kids of my own. Except I’ll substitute “dad” for “mom,” of course.
Pro Tip: Don’t Joke About Discounts
I dropped off my car today at the family mechanic. I like to refer to this shop as the family mechanic because that’s where we (the family) go.
My maintenance light has been warning me to take it in for a tune-up for a week or so. I realized that is was also more than 10,000 miles since I replaced my tires so I asked him to rotate them too.
Two hours later my mom and I came back to pick up the car and pay the bill. My mom gave the mechanic a hard time because he didn’t call us when the car was done like he said he would.
Then we went to the desk to pay the bill. The receptionist asked the mechanic (in Spanish) how much it would be. The receptionist laughed and told us it would be $40, but that the mechanic said it would be $5 off if we didn’t want a receipt.
I laughed. I thought they were joking.
My mom pulled out her checkbook as the mechanic walked by. She wanted to know what he did. He said he just changed the oil and rotated the tires. He checked the brakes and everything else, and nothing more needed to be done. She nodded and began to write the check.
The receptionist asked if she wanted a receipt. My mom said no, then turned to the mechanic and asked — no, she told him that she’d have $10 off since she wasn’t getting a receipt.
The guy looks at my mom and ….. AGREED!
This is what happens when you joke around with an Asian mother about discounts. She takes you seriously and doubles her discount.
So I got my oil changed and tires rotated for $30. This is why I go to this mechanic — with my mother, of course.
Mom
Mom just messaged me on Yahoo! Messenger.
Told me that her thyroid biopsy came back negative.
My reply: What biopsy? When did you have a biopsy?!?
And now Yahoo is telling me that she went idle. Way to break news to me, mother!
But yeah, at least it’s negative.
Operation Bridal Search
The parental units came over this evening and we went out for dinner. Before leaving, my mom casually mentioned that a dear family friend of ours (who is old enough to be my grandmother) told my mom: “It’s time that we start looking for Jeffrey’s wife.”
“We,” I asked?
Apparently I am 26 and I’ve already got a search committee (of at least 2) going on.
Went Through An Old Album With Mom Today
This first picture was on June 10, 1984, when I was 4 days old. I think the camera creeped me out.
Forgot when this set of pictures were taken…
This was Sep 1, 1984. I think I can still give that look to this day. Well something similar, at least.
This is me and my stuffed animals. I look deep in thought in the first one, huh?
This is mommy and me.
And this is me putting a flower in mom’s hair.
Dad took a ton of pictures when I was little. Like me, he did and still does enjoy taking pictures. Maybe next time I’ll have to share some of my nudes. lol I was a nude baby model. It was all classy, though!
Thanks for joining me on this trip down memory lane, ya’all! Have an awesome weekend!
Mom thinks I look horrible today…
Mom: Jeff, go take a shower so you feel fresh.
Me: I’m always fresh.
Mom: No, you look like you are…
At this point her voice just trailed off because she was walking away.
I guess I look like crap… but I’m sick!
