Apparently I should have knocked on wood while writing my first post the other night, for I have angered the perverse gods with my cautious optimism and my mom is back in the hospital. Spent most of the afternoon and evening in the Emergency Department before she finally got admitted. Finally got home after 11 last night. She's not in any immediate danger (knock wood), but this will hopefully give them greater incentive to figure out why her potassium keeps skyrocketing, rather than just getting it down and sending her home.
I am WRUNG OUT. I called in to work last night to tell them I'd be in late this morning, but I can't just take a day off because my boss, who almost never gets a break, is on vacation. I can't remember the last time I actually worked 40 hours in a week. I had a stress dream this morning that I got fired. (Which, due to circumstances, there is literally almost zero chance of happening. But still nice when your subconscious decides to get in on the screwing with you). And I keep crying. A few times yesterday I was able to excuse myself for a minute of sobbing, but mostly just a few tears randomly running down my cheeks, but SO MANY TIMES. I tend to be a frustration crier, so not that surprising, but really annoying.
Anyway, any and all ~ma is welcome. And now I really better get back to work if I don't want that almost zero chance to grow.