My mom is home. A stop for fro-yo, a stop for antibiotics, and zoom. There I was at the kitchen island, figuring out what meds she still needs to take today.
The first thing she did was pluck her eyebrows.
We had frozen pizza and a fruit plate for dinner. And of course she had a martini.
Why-oh-why does it take hours to get released from the hospital? They told me she was going to get released this morning, but the actual process took all day. You could bust out of prison with a file and a shovel in that amount of time.
And what the fuck is up with the bread they serve? The toast is soggy. The hamburger buns are soggy. The dinner rolls are soggy. Is there something about soggy bread that supposed to propel you back to robust health? I don't think so. So stop serving that shit.
Dizziness actually sounds like fun to me right now.
I should probably have some wine.
4 comments:
Despite this situation so not being funny, you are funny and I'll bet you are the best care giver in the world. Even the note struck me funny. How many times I've seen that on meds and just taken it and went about my business... I send you strength to carry on with such brave spirit.
Glad she's home!
Happy you two are back in your own home where even frozen pizza and a fruit plate is gourmet fare, relatively speaking. You deserve a glass of wine. Or two. Or three. Sending love. x0 N2
I'm so glad that you're back home. I'm catching up here, rolling backwards.
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