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This is me, asking for hairpats. I just talked to mom, and we aren't doing Mothers' Day stuff because my dad and his brother are flying down to CA to clear out my grandmother's apartment, load everything into a truck, and drive back to WA. Grandma needs to be moved into a a more-assisted living community than the one she's currently in. She broke her hip a few weeks ago, and isn't going to regain mobility.
I'm ... kinda freaked out. I mean, I knew this was coming, but ... yeah, freaked.
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I'm sorry, Jilli. That's a tough situation.
{{{{{Jilli}}}}} I'm so sorry.
In frivolous news, I finally wore my new shoes [link] I think I like them.
{{Jilli}} I'm sorry that she is doing worse.
I called Erin and left a message asking how she was doing. If I get a call back I'll let ya know.
Oh, Jilli. I'm so sorry.
I called Erin and left a message asking how she was doing. If I get a call back I'll let ya know.
Oh, good. I've been wondering about her.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
Just talked to my PCP. She thinks my breathing sounds bad enough for hospitalization. I talked her into letting me try to get through the night and see someone in the clinic tomorrow because I just don't have the energy to deal with the ER tonight. I promised her I'd go if it got any worse. Instead, I get to do three back-to-back nebs, take my cough meds with coedine, and go to bed. I get to set my alarm to do nebs during the night. Then right at 9am I call the clinic.
Today sucks.
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Welcome home, Erin!!!