my mom

[Drunk Monk]

Stacy watched her today. She got life line set up. There was a gap between her leaving and me arriving and my mom got paranoid and tried to call me (my iphone hasn't been ringing - some glitch that I haven't been able to repair).  When I got home, she was somewhat incoherent but settled down eventually after I talked to her a bit.  She's still in agony.  I cancelled her PT for tomorrow because she needs a rest day and when I told her, she started crying because I didn't ask her. Then she asked me what PT was.  When I told her it was physical therapy, she said 'oh okay'.  She calmed down more later and ate a little.  I messed up on the meds a bit - gave her an extra tylenol when I should've just given her the nightly regimen.  It was coming back from work into this chaos of suffering and I lost track.  Now she's trying to go to sleep.

Tomorrow is a telecommute day for me.  I'll stay here with my mom, except for running a few errands.  We had hoped to get our contractor in here tomorrow and Friday or Friday and Saturday, but he hasn't gotten back to us.  We were also planning to move my mom to her friend's house nearby during the construction, but he just went back in the hospital.  His daughter, someone I haven't spoken to in maybe 3 decades, said we could still move her there, but that might be weird now.  That friend is one of Stacy's clients too.  

Did I mention that my coworker who lost 8 family members got some papers stolen from his truck glove compartment?  He had his taxes there, ready to be filed, and his passport.  I'm starting to think he's doing it just to one-up me in hellish dramas.