Well, about 5 this evening, my sis-in-law called me and told me the squad was coming for my mother, who was to a point where she couldn't walk. This meant finding a ride back here to help take care of mom.
By the time I got to the hospital, the Demerol was just starting to kick in. Mom told me I had nice teeth. She then started telling more of those stories we only get when mom is on painkillers.
So, my brother gets there, and Lisa leaves. The entire time, mom's bitching about getting admitted, since she can't walk.
Well, they now have mom on a narcotic drip. Yes, she's been admitted. I hate seeing her in pain, but what can I do, short of amputation?
So, now I'm stuck at my brother's house until he leaves for work tomorrow. Parents should not be allowed to get sick until the children are able to take care of them.
I swear, I'll put something funny up tomorrow. Right now, I'm way to irritated to cope.