Apologies Retroactively and in Advance

I am so sorry for commenting on your blogs either very little of not at all lately. Life has taken some  twists and turns and bumps and falls. Mom has fallen a few times lately and though nothing is broken she must be in extreme pain because she screams like a feral cat in heat every time we move her. Of course My Beloved Sister and I know she has a very low pain tolerance and has had it for as long as either of us can remember. Maybe we are not as sympathetic as we should be, but even when I was a child a sinus headache would send her over the edge and she would stay in bed all day. I know she is hurting but let no one ever say "she suffered in silence".

Anyway, she is requiring much care and is extremely delusional. (Notice I did not say bat $^!+ crazy)  We had gone to 12 hours a day with her care, but realized last night we are going to need 24 hour care for her, at least until we make a decision for a longer term solution.

I stayed overnight and she has not been to sleep yet. Instead we had a series of dressing to go to her house (we were at her house) then undressing to get in the bed at the motel, nursing home, hospital, exact duplicate of her home, red building by the pipe fitters (WTH?), movie theater or "that building at the fairgrounds". (Feel free to take your pick of any of these locations since, evidently, we were at each place numerous times during the night through the morning.)

 I am  home now and My Beloved Sister is taking this shift. I will be going back after I sleep a little and then I have hired a caregiver for overnight. She is not available until 10pm, but anything is better than spending the entire night with no sleep once again. Her daytime caregiver says she is much calmer until we get there and then she is immediately worse. I noticed that last night when her brother called her. She was in the middle of a hallucination until Uncle Bob called. The minute she got on the phone with him she was completely lucid and responded to every thing she said rationally. The minute she hung up she started talking to me about the 2 little girls who were hiding behind her walker, and wanting to know about the loud music (there was none).

On a lighter note, she wanted to know if TheHub was worried about not being a part of the family anymore. It seems I have divorced him and left him for the yard man. (News to both of us and I am pretty sure Armando has no clue either)  Then she said "If you're done with him (TheHub), I'm done with him too. But it was really nice of him to bring me a bbq for dinner. I am mad at you for leaving your children. That's not good. And why did you steal my furniture? If you want it just ask but don't steal it." (Said as I sat on her couch in her den at her house)

Anyway, I am reading your blogs via my phone between episodes and I am enjoying them but I am not in a position to respond. Life gets more and more interesting, but because of this I have told all three of my sons when it comes time to put me wherever is necessary and feel no guilt about it. And this is the difference between daughters and sons. All three just said (paraphrasing but the intent was virtually identical) "OK. I wan't planning on feeling guilty anyway"