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It's all thundery again.
I'm alone save for the dog, and the cats are crashed out on my bed. Hubby has taken the daughter to her acting class and is going to go hang out with his mom while she's there. Mom passed out in the grocery store yesterday and they had to call 9-1-1. She has low blood pressure, and we're fairly certain this was the cause, but she still refused to be transported so they could examine her.
It sounds horrid, but I'm so not looking forward to going through this again. I nursed my mom through emphysema and probable cancer, then the TIA's and related dementia; she died blessedly soon after the strokes began, and in ten more months my sister succumbed after her breast cancer metastasized and spread to her brain. My mother had me setting the dinner table because her grandparents were coming to dinner, and then my sister was actually able to sketch the trolls she saw in the uppermost corner of her hospital room while whacked out on Ativan.
I just don't envy my husband and his sister at all. And yes, of course I will be there and do whatever I can to help when the time comes, but I'm not looking forward to it.
The dog has his head in my lap and is spooked. I think we're going to go take a nap.
I'm alone save for the dog, and the cats are crashed out on my bed. Hubby has taken the daughter to her acting class and is going to go hang out with his mom while she's there. Mom passed out in the grocery store yesterday and they had to call 9-1-1. She has low blood pressure, and we're fairly certain this was the cause, but she still refused to be transported so they could examine her.
It sounds horrid, but I'm so not looking forward to going through this again. I nursed my mom through emphysema and probable cancer, then the TIA's and related dementia; she died blessedly soon after the strokes began, and in ten more months my sister succumbed after her breast cancer metastasized and spread to her brain. My mother had me setting the dinner table because her grandparents were coming to dinner, and then my sister was actually able to sketch the trolls she saw in the uppermost corner of her hospital room while whacked out on Ativan.
I just don't envy my husband and his sister at all. And yes, of course I will be there and do whatever I can to help when the time comes, but I'm not looking forward to it.
The dog has his head in my lap and is spooked. I think we're going to go take a nap.
