Hospital living--the final week

I am back at Presbyterian for hopefully the final week. My mom should be released on Friday. She will be headed to an assist living facility for rehab. I am so glad. She has come a long way. Twenty-four days ago, I was very extremely worried and scared. I am still worried but a manageable worried.

At first, she didn't want to go to assisted living because she was afraid no one would come to see her. I told her if that was the fear, a facility could be found in RR, where I live. I could see her around my schedule. It put her at ease because it made her realize how much I care about her care and comfort. My brother and I talk on an as needed basis. Otherwise, we argue. I worked an eight hour day yesterday, drove five and half hours and wrote stories for two hours. And before I arrived, my brother complained about inconsiderate I was about the fact that he had worked also and I should have came back sooner. And 45 minutes before I arrived at the hospital, he left to go meet friends. Today, I chilled with some magazines and scheduled phone interviews. This is not the ideal work situation for a reporter but I have managed to make it work.

I was home for four days and it was awesome. My new boss arrived Monday. I don't like change but whatever will happen will happen. I know there are going to be changes. Of late, my life seems to be one big change--my mom, my son going to school, work, life and ED. Change. I hate the word. But it is necessary.

Daily Dose

1. My mom is finally getting out of this place.

2. My little one is doing well in pre-school.

3. Things are finally starting to calm down.