Old Age Would Bite...If It Had Any Teeth

[jmward14]

As my late great Aunt Dolores used to say about old age, "There's nothing golden about these years.  They're rusted clean through."
In more ways than one.  I feel like Lady Macbeth again.  I can't get the smell of blood off my hands, and I didn't even have the pleasure of killing anyone first.
Spent most of the day in the ER.  Mom suffered another would-be killer nosebleed.  It's been a hell of a month for her.  Won't bore you with the details, but she's taken a sudden turn for the worse.  It's gotten so bad, even my stubborn little Iron Chipmunk concedes she needs help with just about everything.  So, sometime between now and August 29, I need to set up 24/7 care.
In the meantime, thanks to my darling spouse person (who delivered a cable modem and pizza to Mom's apartment this evening) I'll be posting from my mom's instead of my usual stand.  Now if I can only figure out how to get the cat here without freaking him out.  Greg's a lot more flexible that way.  *g*
Cheers,

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[tree220.livejournal.com]

Duzie would be so relieved that the carrier didn't take him to the Vet again that he'd be a happy kitty. Especially if you gave him treats like salmon. Just remember to take him a litter box.

(((((JM))))) Anything we can do to help? Starbucks run? Margarita run?

[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Thanks {{{{tree}}}}. Will definitely be up for a Margarita night when I get Mom settled. Right now it's just a matter of doing the things that need to be done.
Still not sure about Duzie, though. Can you imagine what would happen if I asked Greg to bribe him. The cat's already got the darling spouse person hypnotised. This would take it to an entirely new, entirely terrifying level.
Hugs and grins,
Jean Marie