In no less than 12 hours, I was twice, TWICE PEOPLE, called/named/referred to as her mother!
Rude.
Worst part? Tib heard them both times in her medication induced fog.
It's never going to go away.
Ever.
I finally made the RN on the day shift *shout out Nona*, write the following on the eraseboard that they use for messages in her room:
I thought about taking it a step further and taping a sign on the door to her room for those fifty million random staff members that come through and don't pay attention to the board, but then I got distracted with ice chips and green jello.........
*Healing vibes to my Tiburon**
PS - she's doing great and on her way to recovery.
PSS - U of U med center, STAT means NOW! As in right away and not Some Time Awhile laTer! Soooo not impressed.
Oh yeah....pretty sure you're never going to hear the end of that one.
ReplyDeleteMy younger sister hates it when we're together and someone asks who's older. I, on the other hand, love it!
you are the bestest friend ever!
ReplyDeletePeople often refer to my sister as my Mom and a brother as my Dad. I NEVER rub it in. NEVER.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure she'll recover fast with her mom at the bedside!
ReplyDeleteThat is sorta funny.
hahahahaha! the whole 7 weeks my seth & i were at walter reed back in '04 every new surgeon, doc, nurse or red cross lady (especially the old ones) automatically assumed i was seth's sister. they'd ignore me and walk right up to his step-mom! pissed me off something royal. i was even scolded by some of the old bitties that'd come around with carts of girl scout cookies for all the vets. literally, seth'd send me out to grab his two favorite boxes of cookies and i'd get yelled at that they were for my brother and not to be so selfish! ugh. so not cool. i know how ya feel, sucks to not be recognized for who or what role you really play in a person's life.
ReplyDeletelove you! ::hugs::
Not fun, but slightly better than being passed over as the Mom when your kids arm is stuck in a machine at Peter Piper. Haley looks nothing like me......:)
ReplyDeleteThey always think I am the Sweetheart's daughter!!!! I love it and rub it in often!!
ReplyDeleteHoep things are already getting better!!!
About 7 years ago I went with my sister to look at wedding dresses - for her - and the saleswoman thought I was her mother. I was only 30 and she was 28. I was mortified. I went home and cried. It hasn't happened since but once was enough.
ReplyDeleteYou are a fantastic person! Wait to stick up for yourself.
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Oh Hell - I have seen your skinny, tan body in person - your young smooth face and there is no freaking way you could be Tibs mother. Idiots I say!
ReplyDeleteWith that said, you know Tib is going to get alot of milage out of it :-) You are such a good friend.
I have to agree with Cherie..Tib will have fun with this one. Don't feel bad...I was taking pictures at at a wedding and someone asked me if I was Troy's ex-wifes older sister. She is ten years older than me. I was very pissed.
ReplyDeleteTell Tib that I wish her a speedy recovery. You are a great friend.
not a wrinkle on your face and this is what you get?
ReplyDeleteI'll bet Tib told them to say that before she went under!
It was a conspiracy, I'm sure of it!
I have a sudden urge to call Tib "Tiblets". I am so weird. Send Tib some Countess love and let her know that Laurieville has declared a day of healing prayer in her honor...p
ReplyDeleteOh mom...your awesome.
ReplyDeleteha ha ha
I think I would have been rather "miffed" myself.
Maybe it was just your nurturing vibes they felt, and it reminded them of , well, mothers.
he he he he
or maybe those nurses have been dibbing into the Drugs????
but yeah, you won't be allowed to forget that for quite awhile I believe.
I'm sorry but I had to snicker. I can understand something like that happening to me, but I've seen your pictures on the blog, and just don't get it. But I still had to snicker.
ReplyDeleteAnd I do love the sign on the eraseboard.
Snicker.
f.r.i.e.n.d. = YOU
ReplyDeletef.r.i.e.n.d. = YOU
ReplyDeleteOh, that sign makes me laugh!
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