Just got a call from MamaSue (that's my little mommy). Now that we're both old, we have a really good time laughing about stuff on the phone. Today was no exception.
The transplant doctor has changed one of her anti-rejection drugs to try to stave off this latest upswing in tissue rejection she's been experiencing the past month or so. The new drug listed several possible side effects, including tremors, headaches and diarrhea. She told me that she hadn't had any tremors, but that the other two (particularly the last one) had really torn her up the past several days... hence the reason she was calling me.
You see, she was calling to APOLOGIZE to me. She remembers being a brand-new mom when I was tiny, and she remembers how horrible my diaper rash used to be... she recalls me howling in terrible pain and having extremely sensitive skin, and she felt so helpless that she wanted to cry because she couldn't make it better.
Now she's experiencing something akin to that, and she was reminded of how I must have felt as an infant, so she called me to apologize for the trauma I suffered at her obviously unskilled hands.
Of course, now I'm howling with laughter. Although I feel quite sympathetic with her own obviously painful plight, I reassured her that I have absolutely no memory of having diaper rash as a baby.
What a goof. I haven't always appreciated it, but I'm glad my mom has such a nutso sense of humor.
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