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About once a week. Longer than that, my mom is convinced I am dead and being devoured. Y my cats.
I am sick today, with a nasty cold I've passed on to my bf. Also, my dad went in for a catheterization (which he didn't tell me because he didn't "want me to worry"!) and the blockage was so bad they put in FOUR stents.
He's at KU Med, and fine -- goes home tomorrow morning. But I couln't even go see him because I'm sick, and it sucks.
I call my mom once a week. She believes daughters ought to talk to their mothers every DAY. I'm more of a "momentous occasions" kinda communicator. We have an excellent compromise: she pays my cell phone bill, and i return all her calls (with a "grouping" clause: when she calls seven times i rapid sucession with all the little tidbits she forgot, i only have to make one return phone call) and make a valiant effort to call her once a week for no reason other than to "chat."
Regularly, once a week for an hour or two, sometimes more often. Try to talk to my brother that often, but his schedule is crazy and with kids, so a lot more IM these days.
and when I do call I get the "Oh, we have a daughter?" comment. No matter how often I point out that THEY could call ME.
They must have that special phone my parents have. Only works to call me on my birthday and when someone is in the hospital.
Which, drat, I have to call them.
Talked to my mom, she called my bro and woke him up. He's fine and had been trying to reach her AS I TOLD HER. However, I also found out why my mother has been so freaked out--my aunt just found out that my cousin B is going into rehab and I think that brought up all the old worry for her.
As for calling, I used to call once a week. A decade ago when my dad had his second heart attack and my mom had her first bout with cancer, I started calling a few times a week. Now I talk to my mom almost every day. Short talks though--she's 82 and lives alone, so I just check in and make sure she's okay.
They must have that special phone my parents have. Only works to call me on my birthday and when someone is in the hospital.
Their special phone doesn't work to call when someone is in the hospital. Tho' mom did call me every day while I was sick, to make sure I was okay and to see if I needed anything.
My mom is good about not demanding that I be the one to call, which is good because it rarely occurs to me to call anyone.
I talk to my mother daily or she assumes the worst.
It varies. If my mother is driving me insane (I know... I know... I mean more than the usual levels of insanity) but anyhow, if she's making me nuts, it's every few days. If it's normal levels of insanity, the daily or every other day.
I think at the moment she's pouting slightly over the almost definite impending cross country move.
I usually talk to my parents a few times a week.
Tylenol 3 update: ankle definitely hurts less. A lot less. I also feel really spacey -- I'm not getting the loopy feeling that I did from Tramadol, but just sort of like my brain is fuzzy and I can't concentrate. I definitely can't take this during the day if I want to get any work done, but it seems like it'll be good for taking at night. As long as I'm not too groggy in the morning.