I sat all day in the hospital watching my mother sleep and struggle. What happens to a stage 4 Parkingson's patient when they have not been able to swallow their medication? What happens to one who has fallen and bruised herself at age 90? And to top it off, the ambulance driver dropped something on her head when he picked her up leaving an even bigger bruise than when she fell. Jeeze.. Even with the great news of nothing broken, my mother looks like she is fading away. And, she is confused. They say that it takes a few days for the Morphine to get out of her system, but I do not like it. I do not like it at all. I came home exhausted..what to do? Saw this quilt on the design wall. I still hate it. Below it is so busy...and I was so tired..
I decided to give it a break with a bit of neutral sashing...better...and even much better because I forgot for a minute to worry about my mother.
Not many people would understand, but I really really wished I had my sewing machine in the hospital today. I would have set it up right next to my snoring mother and put the speed on fast and sewed random strips together...no thinking required. But, even as eccentric as I am...I knew that even I just couldnt do it:) Meantime, a little work here tonight and just for a moment I can forget.