Update on the Mama Drama, for the half dozen people who still hang around here (there are more than a half dozen, but the comments come from a faithful few): My mother is back in the nursing home, somewhat worse for wear. She was diagnosed with a bleeding ulcer (the same one she was diagnosed with in April) and sent "home." I made I can't tell you how many phone calls, trying to get someone to pay some goddamn attention to her other medical issues, to no avail. I was dismissed. I could rant on about the state of health care in this country and how we treat our elderly, but I am too tired.
It just fucking sucks. It sucks on a level that is mindblowing, if you haven't seen it up close, you wouldn't believe it. I am smarter than the average bear, I know my way around the system and I am not shy about making phone calls, and I cannot get anyone with an MD after his/her name to give a shit about this patient. She's an 82 year old hot potato, suffering from very miserable and debilitating health issues*, that ARE NOT BEING ADDRESSED. I do not expect her to be 60 again (she does) but I would like an explanation of WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE.
*edited: I am totally aware that half of these issues may originate in her head, but that doesn't make it right to dismiss all of them, and stick bandaids on symptoms and high-five each other - "Oh, hey, we identified the source of the internal bleeding! She has an ulcer!" when she told them this herself 3 months ago. She needed 2 units of blood all of a sudden, when they'd been checking her blood regularly, and it's blamed on an ulcer spotted in April? I ain't no doctor, but...HUH?
I got paid yesterday, paid basic bills (mortgage, phone, etc.) and will have to take money out of my very depleted savings to make it to my next payday, because I don't have enough cash to put gas in Baby. Baby is not a gas guzzling SUV. She is giving me a very earnest 30 mpg on the commute. The cost of the commute is killing me, but there are no other jobs so I have to do it. I am looking at having a really big garage sale in a few weeks, because I really have to make some money and get rid of shit. Everything looks like something I'll have to pay to move at this point.
My yarn stash is much smaller, and will get smaller still, because buying yarn is so far down the priorities now, it's like something from another lifetime.
But I survived this week, and I survived July, and August is a new month, a new moon, and maybe, just maybe, I'll catch a fucking break this month. Not holding my breath....