After her two week vacation in the hospital and rehab for her dislocated shoulder, Ma had to see the orthopedic surgeon for a follow up. Her appointment was a day or two before a mahket run. With her arm in a sling, I didn't want to deal with Ma trying to maneuver the scooter around the store. She can barely control the damned thing with two hands. I couldn't imagine her trying one handed. Can you imagine the havoc she'd wreak on the poor Little Debbies?
After having an x-ray, the doctor told Ma her shoulder was healing. She had torn the rotator cuff and other ligaments in her shoulder. She will never be able to reach overhead, but as long as she can get herself bathed, dressed, and fed, we'd call it good.
The doctor was about to dismiss us when I moved closer to him so I could talk without Ma really being able to hear.
"Tell her she can't go to the Mahket."
"There's no reason she can't go shopping."
"Tell her," I hissed.
"You tell her," he said looking at me perplexed. I know what the young doctor was thinking. To him, I'm a weeble so he was wondering what the heck my problem was. He could tell I was agitated, but he didn't know I was worried for all the lives of the fruits and vegetables and Little Debbies if Ma careened around the store on the scooter one handed.
"She won't hear it from me. You're the authority figure. You tell her," I inched closer and nudged him in the ribs.
His eyes grew round, and he looked from me to Ma.
"Ma, you can't go shopping. You need to keep wearing the sling. I'll see you again in three weeks"
I beamed at the doctor. Such a pleasant young man.
"Thank you, Doctor."