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More Today Than Yesterday

28
October

Today was my semiannual appointment with the rheumatologist, aka the appointment that I don’t enjoy ever.  It proved to be as expected, though I think my parents think that I am partially to blame for that.  I was going to talk to him about a rash that I’ve had for over ten years, but that I thought he might know something about.  (The rash comes up on my cheeks and my forearms.  It gets worse when I’m stressed, angry, sick, tired, hot, or in a lot of pain.)  I didn’t ask him, though.  He didn’t seem all that interested and seemed to be taking the general “you’re not a doctor, so you don’t know about your own health” attitude that he’s had for a while now.

First, he determined that in the past six months I haven’t lost any weight.  While he may have a point, when it comes to the information he has, he doesn’t know that I’ve gained 30 pounds and then lost it at least once during that whole six months.  He drew a conclusion without having enough data, which I guess he thinks is okay since he thinks the only data is what is in his file.  (My whole life is apparently in that file, even though so much of it isn’t.)

Second, he asked how my sleep had been.  I told him that my sleep had sucked.  He started in on his “You can take 4 Zanaflex and Flexeril a night to sleep” rambling spree.  I told him that I couldn’t.  I’d told him this before, six months ago, but he didn’t believe me.  At the time I’d told him that I couldn’t take that much because I would get dizzy from the Zanaflex.  He told me, at the time, that that wasn’t possible because of the drug’s half-life.  This time I told him that it was because it dropped my blood pressure.  He said that I would have to choose between pain and lower blood pressure.  I tried to get across to him that this wasn’t just a little lower.  He didn’t understand until I told him the numbers that I had the night I fainted.  Suddenly, his advice changed. The advice became  ”take as much as you can” because I apparently had figured out my own limits.  Wow.  So, I’m not the idiot that I sometimes feel like I am?  I actually might notice that something is wrong.

So, this would be where I should have talked about my rash, but I was nervous and I was frustrated and I wanted to go home, so I didn’t tell him.

Speaking of my blood pressure, the other night it was around 130-something over 97.  I had slept in 36 hours before that blood pressure was taken.  I only checked it because I had a massively awful headache.  Today, at the appointment, my blood pressure was 127 over 74.  Apparently, the nap that I had this morning helped some.  Yay.

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I Hate Thursdays

27
October

There used to be a simple reason that I didn’t look forward to Thursdays: no matter what was going on, my dad was always in a bad mood that day of the week. Now, though, it isn’t quite so simple.

I got on my computer today and was going to do something very, very simple. I was going to set up Genius on iTunes. For some reason, I couldn’t get my password to work with my Apple ID. I tried to reset it, but couldn’t do so the simple (get an email from them) way because I no longer have that email account. I tried to reset it with the security answer, but I couldn’t remember the answer. So, I am waiting on a response from the support folks at Apple. I’m guessing that that will take forever.

I decided that I would call Social Security to check in, once-again, about getting the rest of my disability. I asked why, even though I submitted the paperwork years ago, I still was considered to not be paying my fair share. She asked if I paid a third of the living expenses for the household. Well, as it was defined to me when I started receiving SSI/SSDI, I do. I told her this. She asked how much rent is. I told her we don’t have “rent” since the mortgage is paid off. She asked how much I pay in utilities, and I was taken aback. No one told me in 2004/2005 that I was supposed to pay a third of the monthly utilities. I was told food and rent/taxes. Apparently, by not paying rent and not paying utilities, I am not paying my fair share. Of course, this whole thing fails to take into account that I can’t pay the “fair share.”

No matter how we try to cut back on expenses, monthly expenses (that we still have, since the mortgage is paid off and since I no longer have to cover property taxes for my house) breakdown like this:

Food: between $250-$400/week or $1200-$1600 per month
Utilities: about $260/month
Telephone: about $100 per month

That means that the total maximum monthly expense for the entire household would be about $1960. I am expected to pay one-third of this amount. One-third of $1960 is $653.33. I only get around $470. The total I could get if I got the maximum SSI amount is like $670. How the fuck am I supposed to cover the $653.33 with $470? Even at the minimum amounts, I would be expected to put forth $520 per month. Will someone please tell me how I would ever be able to pay the one-third amount because I don’t think it is possible?

Also, if I am expected to pay for things like utilities and the telephone, then why wasn’t I told this all those years ago? Why was it specifically food and shelter? And why was I told that the amount I was expected to pay was (at most) $250?

So, thank you Social Security Administration, you have helped to make sure that this day really is shitty for me. Oh, and I am supposed to be waiting for someone from the local office to call. They don’t usually call. When they do, they usually can’t find things or they’ll have the wrong information. (I think it was someone from the local office that reported that I had too many resources a while back, which was when I got stripped of benefits for a while.)

I hope that tomorrow doesn’t suck so much. Of course, I’m going to see my rheumatologist and that hasn’t been an enjoyable experience in a very, very long time. Except for the fact that he gives me medicine for my pain, I don’t really get any help from seeing him.

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I am not your [insert something or someone here]

19
October

I don’t usually cuss (on Facebook and in real life) and I don’t usually cuss at friends or family, unless I am either really pissed off or am in other heightened state. I try to be nice. I try to keep my temper in check, but I am so sick of some people.

Every time that I complain or say anything that doesn’t support their ideals, I get the same two or three people coming and telling me that I am undeserving of, well, anything. Usually, they are trying to tell me how they know exactly what I can physically and mentally do, and then they use some kind of guilt trip (a comparison to someone is the typical form of guilt that they use) to make me feel bad about things I do. And I understand that they typically think that this is a wake-up call and that they are helping to show me the error of my ways, but usually it just leads to me crying and then writing some long, hateful/bitchy/whiny response to their statement. I end up feeling horrible for being alive and they end up thinking even less of me because I don’t agree with them. Then things go back to normal until I say something else.

It almost feels like some of these friendships or family relationships are based on this abusive pattern. I state my opinion, usually with attitude for emphasis. They tell me how I am ignorant/uninformed/lazy I am. I feel like shit and lash back. I then realize that they only get mad at me because I opened my mouth/mind up to them in the first place, and I start thinking that the whole reason that it starts is that I am some horrible person that should keep her mouth shut so that this kind of thing won’t happen. Basically, I justify what they do by taking the blame on myself completely. That isn’t healthy, and I know that that isn’t healthy. I mean, I’ve been in therapy for 20 years and there is one thing that I have learned: I am only responsible for my own actions and not someone else’s. I have over 900 friends on Facebook, and a majority of them are conservative, church-going people who grew up in middle-class and upper-class families. If every person who disagreed with me was going to do so to this extent (thus making it seem more justified), then I would have hundreds of people telling me off every single time I say anything, but it doesn’t happen that way. It’s generally two or three people. So, that means that the relationships there are unhealthy.

So, I unfriended someone that I’ve known since middle school, but who only brings the drama. I also unfriended someone who is the daughter of Dadada’s least favorite sibling and the mother of one of the cousins who decided to be trolls and post the video of me singing on Tosh.O’s website. I needed to unfriend Alan, the friend, because he won’t let go of the privileged South Huntsville mentality, even though he isn’t privileged anymore. I needed to unfriend Leigh Ann because I am sick of her using her being shot by her ex-husband and coming from an abusive relationship to justify why she’s able to work and how that makes me lazy. As I told her:

You got shot and you still work? Pin a rose on your freaking nose. You aren’t me. I am so sick of having to hear about you getting shot. You were in an abusive relationship. Who in the Morris family hasn’t been in one? Why do you think you were attracted to an abusive personality? Growing up with severely dysfunctional families does that to a person. I got all kinds of abuse from my grandfather (your uncle), but I don’t go around talking about what happened with him on here constantly because I know that there are some things that I don’t want to say with his siblings and his daughter and my cousins and his nieces and nephews. If I went over the abuse every single time I was trying to prove a point, then it would just make me seem even more whiny than I already am.

I need to figure out who I need in my life. I need to let go of those who I don’t. And the one thing that keeps me from doing that is that I’m just afraid that I’m going to end up letting go of people who I do need and keeping the ones that I don’t because I’ll have some sick need to be reminded just how much I (and they) think I suck.

I need to remember what Heather said, in response to their comments:

The fact is no able bodied person, and not every disabled person, can accurately tell a disabled person how to run their life. Each disability is different even if it concerns the exact same health condition or disability, and quite frankly no one who has not got a chronic health condition has any comprehension of just how difficult life is for someone who has – no matter how sympathetic they try to be.

I think that is one of the wisest things that I’ve seen in a long time, especially when it comes to chronic illness.

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I Want My A/C

10
August

My family has been enduring one of those things that could break a lot of people.  August in Alabama with no air conditioning.  That might not seem so bad if you live in one of those oddball places where summer temperatures never get over 80°F, but in Alabama, even in the northern parts, August is known as one of the most brutal months of the year.  It is always hot, and it is usually humid.  Right now, at 8:49PM, with the sun having been down an hour, the temperature outside is almost 83°F.  That 83° is about 20° cooler than it is inside my house.

The last window air conditioner that had a working compressor quit doing anything more than blowing air about 3 days ago.  Before that, it had been making this God-awful sound for a few weeks.  My mom called a handyman to see if they could install a “new” one (one that was purchased a while back, but never installed) and they said that they could for $200.  Since our family lacks the ability to pay that $200, we’re not getting an air conditioner put in.  We would ask for help from the church, but as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, we wouldn’t expect anyone to actually end up helping.  My mom tried asking CASA if they could do it, but apparently that is yet another community outreach project that they “no longer do” because of lack of volunteers.

So, we sit in the heat.  We go through all of the ice that is made and use up the ice packs fairly quickly every day.  It isn’t really a pleasant experience. It’s made even more unpleasant by my overheating issues and the fact that I can’t seem to eat anything that is above (normal) room temperature while it is so hot.  Basically, I get to have water and crackers all day.  Fun, right?

I’m hoping it either cools off soon, which would be a miracle, or we find someone who can help us get a window unit in.  We don’t have a central unit because it never worked for more than a few months at a time.  So, as a kid, it was getting fixed every single summer.  I’m almost tempted to call my Nana and ask her if I can please come stay at her house, where there’s A/C.  Of course, that house has no internet and very few channels on the television.  I would get to read and to sleep, and that’s about it.  Of course, I would get to do it with cool air blowing on me.  That might be worth missing the internet and television.

Ugh.  Just found out that I might get to participate in yearly (or more often) drug testing because I happen to receive Medicaid.  Apparently, I might be one of those people who does drugs.  Oddly, according to the bill, if I were a resident of the penal system (prison), then I wouldn’t have to have the test.  Apparently, prisoners who receive health care from the state aren’t likely to be on drugs, which is nuts since, in some prison systems, around 1000 incidents involving drugs occur every single year.  I know you can’t keep prisoners from receiving health care, but it seems like proposing taking away their health care if they got caught with drugs would help the state’s finances more than doing drug tests on every person who doesn’t reside in a facility for criminals, the mentally ill, or the elderly.  So, I get to have the tests done in order to keep my insurance. Not to worry, there were more dumb bills introduced to the state legislature this session.

Oh, I’m curious about something. I’ve noticed that there is a repeat reader to the site (actually to more than one) from Guntersville and Albertville.  Now, that wouldn’t set off any alarm bells expect that they seem to use the search function on here.  They also seem to come on a weekly basis, so it is making me a little worried.  I’m thinking that it is a particular family member checking up on me on behalf of a certain relative, or it might be a friend of that relative.  Anyway, if it is anyone from my family or checking for my aunt, cousin-in-law, cousin, etc., then I would like to say something to them (and you can tell them to visit the site, since their IP addresses are no longer blocked and hasn’t been for a few months now):

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Not Once, But Twice

7
July

I got a summons yesterday that I have to appear before a judge over my grass again.  We had gotten a notice to have it cut by June 21.  We did get it cut by then.  Of course, the inspector for the Community Development office came by almost a week later and determined that we didn’t.  It’s odd that it took him a week after the deadline to determine our grass was overgrown, especially since the week before he sent a notice that we needed to clean off our porch.  There were 2 dining room chairs on the porch (listed as “indoor furniture”), some pieces of wood (listed as “scrap”, I think), and a portable ramp (so when my mom has been in a wheelchair, she can get in the house), which was listed as an automobile ramp.  It seems odd that he decided to wait that extra week to write the criminal complaint, especially when I know he’d come by before then.

My mom went to the hospital on the 26th of June.  The guy came by to check the grass on the 27th.  She said that the day she went to the hospital, the grass wasn’t even over 6 inches.  That would mean that in a 24-hour time period, when I don’t think there was any major rainfall, the grass grew more than 2″, developed “wingy and downy” seeds, and became unsightly.  That seems odd.

It also seems weird that we’ve gotten this message after 1.) having the lawn mowed and 2.) after my father had made a phone call to their office to question why we were being written up for things that had been on the porch for over a year and (with the ramp) were being used to help a disabled person get into her home.  It seems like maybe this was there way of giving us a hard time over him protesting the ramp’s write-up.  It also frustrates me that they do this to  us every year.  I don’t know of anyone else who gets reported for their tall grass, and other people do have tall grass (sometimes taller than ours) in this neighborhood.

When I went to court last year, even knowing that others in the neighborhood had grass that was high, I saw no one from our neighborhood that was in court over their yards. This whole thing is frustrating and pisses me off.  I do not want to have to plea guilty to something I know that I am not guilty of.  I also do not want to have to pay hundreds of dollars to the city, because I know that if I go to trial over it that they will still end up getting the money, because they don’t think our yard looks right.

Last night, Aidan and Stacey recommended that we have some middle school age kids cut the yard.  We’ve tried that before.  It’s too big for them.  Hell, I’ve seen some full grown adults who couldn’t do it.  I don’t think of it as being a big yard, but it is at least twice as big as any other yard in the neighborhood.  It’s a corner lot, at the edge of the subdivision that it is in (next to a different one), and built before any other house in the neighborhood (and way before the other subdivision), so I think all of that factored into the yard being big.  And technically, the yard is supposed to be a little bit bigger because our house was built past “too close to the road” on 2 sides and “too close to the property boundary” on 1.  (It is inches away from the backyard’s boundary, too.)

The person that mows our lawn gets about $30 or $40 to do it. (Some people would charge & have charged more.)  He owns a yard care company and also happens to be our next door neighbor.  He’s really good about it, though I think one or two times he missed part of the grass in the backyard.  And he’s understanding about our situation.

Unfortunately, the city is not so understanding.  They don’t understand that $40 takes 10% of my disability or that the fine and court costs takes pretty much the whole disability check.  They don’t get how this fining plus the lawn mowing charge end up cutting down on the amount of money that can go to groceries and medicine.  Apparently, it isn’t rocket science (borrowing the judge from last year’s phrase to me) to get the yard mowed, but somehow it is rocket science to understand how a family living below the poverty line is negatively impacted by the amount that has to be paid to mow the lawn and appease the city when we go before the court.  Either that or they just don’t care.  It’s probably the latter.

I’m going to try to contact Legal Aid sometime this week or early next week to see if they can help me out.  I guess I could also call CASA and see if they can add my house to their lawn care list, since they help the elderly and home-bound.  (My mom has told me that she thinks that I would qualify under the home-bound category because I’m unable to leave the house for very long at a time because of my physical health.)

In other news, another person who has known me since I was a kid is getting huffy over a political disagreement.  She posted this:

SICK AND TIRED of being told that I’m wrong ALL the time, whether that be my opinion or what I like or don’t like. This does not JUST include certain family members, its my opinion of things being sent across the “burning bridge”. Its MY opinion, I don’t ream you a new one when you express your’s so back off of mine!!

I didn’t ream her a new one over her opinion or what she likes or doesn’t like.  I disagreed with her over the Casey Anthony trial.  I stated this and about the only negative thing I said to her about it was that I found her opinion regarding it to be alarming.  (She and some of her friends and family were advocating a position that I felt undermined the way the justice system was set up.) I also was accused in the post (about the trial) of telling her she couldn’t have an opinion, which I never said.  Saying that her opinion is alarming and saying she doesn’t have a right to one is not the same thing.

In the post that she made, I was one of two people who had a differing opinion.  That differing opinion earned me the “being brainwashed by Hollywood” and “sick” labels that I complained about last night on this tumblr post.  I don’t see how saying that I thought her opinion was alarming was reaming her a new one.  I don’t see how expressing my opinion infringed on hers.  If anything, I felt like I was the one who was being told to keep quiet, which isn’t altogether shocking since many of the people are from my church. (People from my church have often encouraged me to shut up about any sort of opinion that I have.)

About the only time I said anything to her about her likes and dislikes was when she was going on and on about being an Alabama fan.  I was surprised at the time because, when I was a kid, she was an Auburn fan.  She claimed at the time that she had never really liked Auburn and was only rooting for them for a while because her husband (and his family) liked Auburn.  That seemed odd because she had an Auburn decorative license plate on the front of her van for the longest time.  Why would she have that if she wasn’t the fan?  Anyway, after she told me that she was an Alabama fan and had always been one, which was her response to my question (1 post to her; 1 post back), the issue was dropped.  That was it.  I didn’t push it.  I didn’t give her a hard time over it.  That was all that was said, so this status that she posted is bugging me.

I know that it doesn’t name me specifically as being the person that she is talking about, but from what has gone on over the past few days, I don’t think that it is only my paranoia leading me to think that the post is about me.  I think it is likely that she really is talking about me, which I don’t really understand.  Is she really going to unfriend me because I disagreed about 1 opinion and about 1 like/dislike?  The only opinion that I’ve ever felt the need to unfriend someone over is one where their opinion advocated hate or promoted some kind of ignorance or violent behavior, which I think is reasonable to unfriend someone over.  Other than that, opinions aren’t generally involved in my termination of friendships.  Feelings are generally what leads to them.  And if this has hurt her feelings, then I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that I have said or done anything that would require an apology.  If she thinks differently and is wanting to end a friendship that has been going on for 20 years, since my mom and her were practically best friends at that time, then she can do it.  I just think that it is probably a mistake, and I would hope that at a later time she might regret the haste in which she made the decision.

I told my mother what was going on between the friend and me, and she started laughing.  According to her, this is the kind of thing that happens when the friend gets upset.  She said that when she gets upset, this particular friend begins to act like a spoiled little kid, which is what the whole thing sounds like.  Even if it is normal for her, it is frustrating for me.  I don’t like that she got coddled for being challenged on her opinion, but it was somehow okay for women twice my age to tell me that there was something mentally or morally deficient in me.  I didn’t want the coddling, but I thought it was ridiculous that people have to soothe her ego when someone has a differing opinion.  If a person can’t handle that other people have differing thoughts on an issue, then they shouldn’t post their opinions on the internet or talk about them to anyone.  (I know some people are probably thinking something along the lines of “well, that’s the pot calling the kettle black” because of my history of tantrums on the internet.)

And in completely unrelated news, my legs are doing the same pain to cramping to weakness thing that my mom’s legs did.  My mom told me that I need to eat more protein because my body may be malnourished and my muscles may be wasting away.  She also said I needed to get some kind of physical therapy-related exercise for my legs, which I agree with.  I don’t want what happened with her last week to happen to me.  I don’t want to spend any time in the hospital or in the middle of the living room floor because my muscles have gone to shit. So, I need to get this stopped before it really gets started.

Oh, and oddly, since I made the post threatening to unfriend anyone who supports David Duke running for President, I have lost 6 friends on Facebook and 2 on Twitter, while gaining 3 on Tumblr.  Of course, the loss of friends on Facebook might be related to my opinions on immigration, Casey Anthony, and anything else that I may have ranted about over the past few weeks.  See, the friend should feel lucky that posting her opinions doesn’t continuously cost her actual friendships.

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We All Fall Down

28
June

Saturday afternoon at about 4:30, my mother fell.  She’d been having more trouble walking lately, so it wasn’t really that surprising that she fell.  What was surprising was that no matter what we did, we couldn’t get her up off the ground.  Normally, she’s fairly easy to get back up off the floor.  This time, it seemed like everything that we were trying was failing.  We tried for the better part of about 7 hours on Saturday night and debated calling an ambulance.  At about 11:30, my parents decided that they needed to rest and that we would start again in the morning, which we did.

We realized on Sunday that it wasn’t going to be something that we could do on our own this time.  I had to get on my computer and look at the HEMSI website to get the non-emergency line, after my dad called a nurse for the insurance company that handles their Medicare Plus.  (He tried to get through on the insurance company’s line for about an hour, and he kept getting sent around to different people.)  He had tried to call HEMSI before I got the non-emergency line, from a number that was given to him by a local social services agency.  (That number was wrong.)

When HEMSI got here, they asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital or stay here.  My mom made some comments about wanting to stay here.  I told the paramedics that they needed to take her to the hospital.  She had some scrapes and carpet burns on her legs from the various attempts to get her up.  So, they took her to the hospital.  My dad followed behind a little while later.  (The paramedics told him to wait about 30 minutes before he came.)

I stayed home when he went to the ER after her.  Apparently, while he was there, he was treated like he’d viciously beaten and neglected her.  She told me that a social worker counted the bruises that she had on her, especially the ones in the shape of hand prints.  The social worker wanted her to tell her how she’d gotten them.  My mom told her that those were from the attempts to get her off the floor, which is true.  The social worker didn’t believe her.  The doctors and social worker asked my mom if she felt “safe” at home.  I understand why they felt the need to ask this, since my mother was heavily bruised and it had taken us so long to get her medical attention for this fall.  I also understand that they don’t know the full story and are just assuming that my mother is never taken care of or is harmed physically by her family.

The bruises that concerned them ranged from the size of the tips of my fingers to the size of a grapefruit.  They were all very dark purple.  These bruises were on her arms, her legs, her abdomen, and her chest.  (Her back had no bruises.) If the doctors and staff had noticed that my mom continued to bruise every time they assisted her, then I think that they might have been a little less judgmental.  By the time I saw her yesterday, she had additional bruises from where they’d attempted to give her an IV (one huge one at her elbow and one on her thumb, where they’d blown veins and put too much pressure on her) and where they’d put her blood pressure cuff.  Anywhere that she had the slightest bit of pressure applied, she had a new bruise.

The bruises look bad, but they are fairly normal for members of my mom’s side of the family.  Huge purple bruises that pop up for pretty much no reason are something that my great-grandmother (Mama) passed to my grandmother (Nana) and that Nana passed to my mom and that my mom passed to me.  They’re one of the lovely conditions that we all have had to deal with.  (We also have similar psychiatric issues, problems with vertigo/balance/tendency to fall, headaches, heavy periods/early menopause, reactions to most medications, etc.)  Each previous generation has had to explain to doctors that they haven’t been abused.  Hell, I had to deny being abused a few times when I had the old mattress that would cut and/or poke me during the night.

The doctors have run tests on her.  They said that her muscles had atrophied, thus the falling and being unable to get up.  They told her that the breakdown in her muscles had caused certain enzymes to be released that had taken a toll on her kidneys, heart, brain, etc.  (Remember how I was worried because she had gotten so incoherent?  Apparently, there was a reason.)   They’ve started her on physical therapy, which is great.  (I still don’t understand why the orthopedists never suggested physical therapy after she broke her ankles and was forced to stay off her feet for the better part of a year.)  They’re also trying to fix the issues that have occurred because of the breakdown.

I think that the nurses on the floor that she is currently on have figured out that the bruises aren’t from abuse.  I think they’ve also figured out that we do care about my mom very much and never intended to do anything bad/neglectful to her.  My only issue with the nurses on her floor is that they haven’t been taking care of the scrapes and carpet burns.  When my dad and I went yesterday, I wanted to see if they were improving or getting worse.  I was told (and then shown by my mom) that nothing had been done for these marks.  So, my mom had the tech bring her a pan of water with no-rinse soap in it so she could bathe.  (Normally a tech would be the one to help her bathe, but apparently that isn’t one of the tech on that floor’s duties.)  My dad and I helped her, and I helped clean the wounds.  My mom asked the nurse, after we were done, if she could have a bandage placed over any of them.  The nurse said that she might be able to get some Neosporin for them, but she wasn’t sure.  That annoyed me quite a bit.

Oh, the doctor told my mom that she was malnourished.  Apparently, she isn’t getting enough protein.  I think that’s probably true for every member of my family, since we all have various forms of anemia & deficiencies.  We’re going to have to change our diets, which is going to be difficult.  (Higher protein foods always seem to be a lot more expensive, which makes it a lot harder for us to buy them.)

Yesterday, my mom had said that she might get to come home today.  Today, though, the new day for her to come home is tomorrow.  I’m not surprised, since the discharge days always change.

Side note: My back is still hurting from trying to help my mom up this weekend.  (I hurt it about 30-45 minutes into the ordeal.)  I’ve been downing quite a few Tramadol and Flexeril since then.  Hopefully, the pain will lessen soon.  If not, I guess I’ll have to go get it checked out.

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