Thanks for the Birthday Happies, guys. This week has been a ride.
September 10th: Mom's had a fall and is in rehab recovering, had a crisis, was transported to the hospital AND THE REHAB DID NOT TELL ME. Once I found out from her roommate's daughter (with whom I've exchanged numbers) the rehab then didn't know WHICH HOSPITAL SHE'D BEEN TAKEN TO. There's, like, 47 hospitals on the island of Manhattan and while there were two leading contenders... as I was being passed through phone trees I grew concerned that she was, in fact, dead, and no one was telling me over the phone. Finally found the right hospital and she's not dead and its not a stroke so hooray. Mom and I were supposed to see Hamilton that night so sister came in and stayed with mom and I went solo which I really didn't want to do but better than blowing both tickets I guess... and the box office told me me "our tickets do not expire, when your mother recovers we will reschedule her visit" which was really pretty great.
September 11th: My birthday. Went to the rehab to get mom's phone and oral chemo to take to her at the hospital. Not the best birthday ever, but, not the worst either!
September 12th: Took mom back to rehab. Not happy with them, obvy, but now she's in a single instead of a triple so maybe they're a bit contrite?
September 13th: Birthday party - rode around on ferries drinking wine dressed like a roman for my roman birthday (Initials? LV Age? Also LV). Went to night market. Decompressed a good bit.
September 14th: Two trips to mom's rehab for assorted non-life-threatening-crises. Read some good articles and had official 9/11 cry.
September 15th: Stepmother died... next three days a blur of mom meetings and stepmother calls and crying and getting some sleep while looking at the disaster which is my apartment.
I'm back at work today mostly because we're having COVID shots on site and, hey, those could be illegal soon.
So, yeah, a ride.