I feel like my life is one big "woe is me."
Mom is home from the hospital. She's eating better now, but because those idjits at MVH decided to do all her PT in her hospital bed, she's not really able to stand, which means potty time isn't fun, as she's preferred a couch to a bed for the last 8 years. In fact, she's miserable in the hospital because she's in a bed.
Hopefully we'll have PT coming to the house soon, because I don't know how I'm going to deal with it otherwise.
I know we may be hitting a point again when things won't be getting better and frankly I'm scared to death of that. Losing my dad was hard enough, I'm not ready for anything to happen to mom.
Poetry Sunday
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1 comments:
I'm hoping things get better for you.
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