Something funny happened when Crazy Lady got out of surgery. If I'd known about it, I would have posted the story a few days ago, but I didn't find out until yesterday, when I was able to speak to Crazy Lady myself. Apparently, mom was too embarrassed to tell the story herself. But the truth always comes out, eventually.
First, some background. When the family found out that Crazy Lady had a rare genetic disease that nobody else in our family has, the reaction of all three of Crazy Lady's sisters was the same:
(Mom) "Crazy Lady has this disease. But we can't figure out how she got it, since it's supposed to be genetic..."
(Sister) *pause*..."Are you sure she wasn't switched in the hospital at birth...?"
(Mom) (offended voice) "I gave birth to her! I would think I'd know my own daughter!"
Fast forward to Monday, around the time Crazy Lady gets out of surgery. As they wheel the brown-haired, brown-eyed woman out, mom walks up to her:
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
As she leans in to kiss who she thinks is Crazy Lady on the cheek, my sister Cece, who'd been looking on in horror, grabbed her.
"Uh, mom, Crazy Lady is over here..."
And steered her over to where Crazy Lady lay on a different bed.
So, that's the story. We are all still laughing. It's a story that will be repeated at family gatherings for a long, long time. Mom is never going to live this down. Even now, I am being called mean for posting about it. But some blog fodder is just too good to resist writing up. Besides, Crazy Lady asked me to write about it. :-)
Speaking of Crazy Lady, she continues to be her feisty self. She's had some issues with the rehab hospital...for example, on Wednesday, they finally managed to get her lunch at 6 p.m, and then gave her solid food that she was unable to eat (she's having a little trouble swallowing). She wasn't shy about speaking up, though, and now we're allowed to bring her soft food, like soups, smoothies, and mashed potatoes, from home. Since mom is a gourmet cook, and I'm no slacker in the kitchen myself, this should be a pretty sweet deal for Crazy Lady. Even as I type, I can hear the blender running in the kitchen. Yum.