Once completed, Mom christened the new bathroom with a bubble bath—her first in years. I took photos to mark the event. But a near tragedy cut the celebration short when Mom passed out in the tub. Great, I try to do a nice thing, and I kill my mom. At least she smelled good. I pulled her out, carried her downstairs, put her to bed, and called a nurse. She said leaving Mom in the hot bath for too long caused her blood pressure to drop, causing her to faint. I kept watch until she woke up a half-hour later. Mom didn’t remember passing out, but she did remember the new bathroom. So, a win-win for me. But taking no more chances, there would be no more baths.
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The parent/child role reversal might not have been unique to me, but how I dealt with it was. "A Cup of Tea on the Commode" chronicles my multi-tasking adventures, filling my mother’s last years with love, laughter, and joy. Though not always successful, I came pretty damn close. View more posts