Five days since my last post. Things are not good.
My mother fell out of bed on Sunday. She’s 95 years old. She rolled over in her sleep, rolled off the bed, hit the floor. Hard. When it was clear that the pain wasn’t going away, we got an ambulance and brought her to the hospital. X-rays revealed that she fractured her pelvis in the fall. We were given the choice of checking her into the hospital or bringing her home. She wanted to come home.
The next day she was still in a lot of pain. I called the doctor to get a prescription for something stronger. The doctor gave it to me, told me to only give her one pill that one day, no more, which I did, but the doctor did not warn me that one possible side effect would be confusion.
So by Monday night my mother seemed to have no idea of what had happened to her or where she was. She kept trying to sit up in bed and said let’s go home. I assume she means New York.
Tuesday, less pain, but barely eating or drinking. Today, maybe a little bit more but still not enough. I keep telling her if she doesn’t eat something, I’m going to bring her back to the hospital. She doesn’t want to go back but now alternates between thinking that she broke her knee instead of her pelvis and wondering why if she fractured her pelvis they can’t put her in a cast.
Her doctor will do a house visit on Friday.
More than anything else, the accident has my mother seriously depressed. I look at her and it’s like looking at a light that has gone out. I keep trying to tell her this is very minor. She doesn’t accept it. In part I know she’s upset over doing this in the first place (this is the first time anything like this has happened to her).
I don’t think the ER doctor gave such great advice on how to care for her at home. I don’t think he took her age into account in terms of that or the medicines he prescribed. Some of the advice given to me by her regular doctor, as well as things I read on various web sites, almost directly contradict a lot of what he told me.
On the other hand I am thankful that this happened (1) here in Manila, where she is not alone and has me and others to take care of her (I can’t imagine what would have happened had this occurred in the Bronx, where she lives alone) and (2) that this happened on a Sunday, so we were able to get to and from the hospital in reasonable amounts of time.
But think about that last bit. I have to be thankful it happened on a Sunday rather than another day of the week? Too many things in Manila are getting to me.
I mean, last week, I had a wonderful meal one night with a visiting friend. But how often can I tell myself that fabulous food (and drink) at bargain basement prices or living in an amazing house is enough to make up for the issues one has to deal with here on an almost-daily basis?
This month, I’m now a victim of some insane new traffic “scheme” that forbids me from driving my car out the front gate of our village three days a week between 6 AM and 11 PM. My village has a back gate – one that opens into traffic that is totally gridlocked every day and adds an extra few miles to any journey I might want to take. It’s not even clear that the Pasig TPMO has the authority to do this but apparently there is no effective mechanism for protest, no way to file an injunction in some court to repeal this, and my neighbors seem okay with bitching and moaning on Facebook but not actually taking any action. Is this really the sort of thing that adults should put up with?
Extra judicial killings have topped 3,000 in three months. Duterte seems intent upon offending the U.S. and moving the country closer to China. Fine, let him, he’s the elected president, doesn’t mean I can’t be worried about it.
That’s why the two images of Don Quixote (first by Picasso, second by Dali)(wondering if the Picasso one would make a good tattoo?). I feel like an old demented guy hopelessly tilting at windmills, the whole metaphor thing about fighting things that I am powerless to change and maybe fighting the wrong things in the first place.
Or maybe I’m just in a bad mood that will pass after a couple of shots of bourbon.
[Post should end there but I keep going just because.]
Speaking of which I’ve been watching a lot of really bad movies the last few days. One is called Bullet to the Head and stars Sylvester Stallone and Christian Slater and Jason Momoa. I watched it because it was directed by Walter Hill who was so great in the 80s (The Driver, The Warriors, The Long Riders, Southern Comfort, 48 HRS, Streets of Fire, Crossroads) and no, it does not in any way represent a return to form for him. The movie features eternal dialogue such as “Guns don’t kill people. Bullets do.” and “When I want your opinion, I will buy you a brain.” (Okay, that last one is a little bit funny, I guess.)
But in the movie, Stallone’s character will only drink Bulleit Bourbon. He goes into bars, orders it, if they don’t have it he pulls a huge bottle out of his cargo pants. Over the top paid product placement, I’m sure.
But I just discovered Bulleit Bourbon earlier this year. I saw it on a shelf and the bottle called my name.
Frontier whiskey? Yes, I believe I will. I’m really loving it. If I’m in a bar and they have it (not many do) that’s what I’ll order now.
(And no, I’m not being paid anything to mention it here but if someone from the company stumbles across this and wants to send me a case or 12, I won’t complain.)
On those rare occasions when I go to bars recently, I’ve taken to ordering shots of whiskey on the rocks. No soda, no coke, just straight up booze on ice. (Except on my last two visits to Chotto Matte, where they have a very appealing selection of highballs on the menu.) For whatever reason, beer and wine put me to sleep almost immediately while I can go all night when drinking distilled spirits.
And that’s another thing that fucking bugs the crap out of me, while I’m at it. Chotto Matte is a franchise from Tokyo, opened here by a company called The Raintree Group. This place opened in July but go to their web site and they don’t have the place listed. This is not some fly-by-night operation. They run the Discovery Suites chain here, four “food parks” and eight other restaurants. Bad web sites seem to be a common theme of local businesses here.
I’m just so tired of amateurs and people doing what they think is the bare minimum they can get away with.
Another example. The Halal Guys. The fast food concept that originated in a food cart on a midtown NYC corner. The franchise for the Philippines was bought by the people behind the Fully Booked book store chain. And when the first branch finally opened here, it was fabulous. I was eating it twice a week and would have gladly had it even more often than that.
But within a few months, quality fell off a cliff. The Mega Mall branch I think originally had an average rating of over 4 (on a scale of 1 to 5) on Zomato. Now it’s a dismal 2.1 and their 2nd branch has just a 2.2. More rice, less meat, and not as well cooked. I’m pissed because this is the kind of food I often crave and now I probably will not be going back to them.
(And yes, if you’re wondering, I’m screaming more about restaurants than about politics because foreigners screaming about politics isn’t a welcome concept here. Don Fucking Quixote indeed.)