The matriarch thought she had an appointment with the eye specialist this week, she doesn't. She doesn't have an appointment with her family doctor either. I am taking her to the salon to have her nails done and my husband and I will do lunch with her but there is nothing else on the schedule. The matriarch is disappointed about this. Oh, to be healthy and with no worries and nothing to do...the matriarch is beginning to wonder about the meaning of life. No, that's me. I cannot help but wonder why the matriarch seems so affected; she is still alive and the medical establishment needs to do nothing for a healthy ninety nine year old...she just keeps on living. Like the Energizer Bunny.
On Friday, my husband took me to dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant in a small town south of here; no good deed goes unpunished and he ended up with stomach 'flu. And, the matriarch, in a bit of confusion, thought his absence from the table meant he was at work. "No, he's on holiday and he's in the bedroom in the basement because he is ill."
"Who's going to look after me?"
Do you ever get that "take me for granted" feeling? Not one thing changed in the matriarch's routine. Not one thing. My husband was dying in the basement and the children were staying outside and the matriarch had to do nothing yet seemed to feel the world was ending. Sometimes, it is just so exhausting.
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