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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[jmward14.livejournal.com]

Thanks {{{{{sandyinstep}}}}}}. With any luck I'll get to pry the little monster off the pillow myself tonight. A friend insisted on coming up from Bedford to stay with Mom. (She's kind of an adoptive daughter.)
I've connected with the care company, who will send over a nurse/admission officer on Friday. Care will begin on Saturday. If I like what they're doing, and Mom doesn't get any worse, I'll let them handle things 24/7 while I'm in Atlanta. If not...
Well, I think I'll float on the river Denial a while longer. :D
How are you and the dh doing, btw? I think of you every time I hear the ads for the MD Renn Faire. I so want to go, but I seem to be in the middle of another tangled up season.
Hugs,
Jean Marie