I lost 24 hours of my life during which we thought Justice was pregnant. So incredibly relieved that was a false alarm.
My mother is going to a wound clinic because the nursing home can't get the infections under control. While the wound on her arm is finally healing, the one on her tail bone gets worse every day. They have her on some pretty heavy pain killers, which of course means she is more zoned out and unaware than ever. This morning it has occurred to me that they won't have her Medicare cards and I will probably have to submit the claim to Medicare myself. Never done that before, nor do I have the slightest idea where to start.
"Rango" with my girls tonight. But first a major hair appointment in an effort to keep me from looking my age.
Busy day, but right now I need to take a nap before I fall over.