Talking with the mommy
Sep. 28th, 2005 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxI just had a very interesting phone conversation with my mother. She called up to ask if I knew anything about treating Restless Leg Syndrome with Klonopin. My father has been getting worse, and for the first time in his 65 years, he is willing to take a long-term prescription drug for a medical condition. Mom and Dad have always relied on vitamins and herbs and such, unless it was something that required antibiotics or inhalers. This feels so weird. Dad had already tried everything natural, nothing worked, so they're finally giving a drug from traditional medicine a go.
Good for them, I say. That's why it's there.
We got to talking about life; she asked about my friends. And when she asked about certain friends, I realized that I had never told her that that whole vicious rumor mess from my wedding day had been cleared up months ago! Whoops! She didn't know that everything was fine and we were all friends again, that it had all been an awful lie and one of the most horrible rumors I had ever heard of. She was still assuming that Beca and I weren't speaking to each other, she didn't know that Jenn and Beca were now friends. I quickly set her straight. She was shocked and saddened to learn the truth, but admitted that she'd had her suspicions about what had really been going on. She is very glad that I am no longer in contact with the responsible party. She warned me to stay away from "a mind that sick and troubled." She is very, very grateful that I have my girls back in my life, that they had never left my heart. *squishes Beca and Beth*
I could have sworn I had told her. Ooops! Sorry, Mom! Now you know.
Mom and I had a good laugh over the fallacies of many prescription drugs, after discussing the Klonopin. About how many drugs listed side effects that were worse than the problem being treated. Like that new drug Requip, for RLS. It apparently can cause hallucinations, severe dizziness, sleepiness, nausea, and will basically knock you out so that you not only not notice the restless leg, you can't even move. We joked about the absurdity, but she agreed with me when I pointed out that Western medicine certainly has many advantages when your condition has gotten as serious as Daddy's. I still find it extraordinary, though, that he is in his sixties, in excellent physical shape, near perfect health, and has never been on any long term prescription in his life. He must be doing something right. So must she. My mother is fifty-six and is beautiful as she was at twenty-six.
Good for them, I say. That's why it's there.
We got to talking about life; she asked about my friends. And when she asked about certain friends, I realized that I had never told her that that whole vicious rumor mess from my wedding day had been cleared up months ago! Whoops! She didn't know that everything was fine and we were all friends again, that it had all been an awful lie and one of the most horrible rumors I had ever heard of. She was still assuming that Beca and I weren't speaking to each other, she didn't know that Jenn and Beca were now friends. I quickly set her straight. She was shocked and saddened to learn the truth, but admitted that she'd had her suspicions about what had really been going on. She is very glad that I am no longer in contact with the responsible party. She warned me to stay away from "a mind that sick and troubled." She is very, very grateful that I have my girls back in my life, that they had never left my heart. *squishes Beca and Beth*
I could have sworn I had told her. Ooops! Sorry, Mom! Now you know.
Mom and I had a good laugh over the fallacies of many prescription drugs, after discussing the Klonopin. About how many drugs listed side effects that were worse than the problem being treated. Like that new drug Requip, for RLS. It apparently can cause hallucinations, severe dizziness, sleepiness, nausea, and will basically knock you out so that you not only not notice the restless leg, you can't even move. We joked about the absurdity, but she agreed with me when I pointed out that Western medicine certainly has many advantages when your condition has gotten as serious as Daddy's. I still find it extraordinary, though, that he is in his sixties, in excellent physical shape, near perfect health, and has never been on any long term prescription in his life. He must be doing something right. So must she. My mother is fifty-six and is beautiful as she was at twenty-six.
