10 p.m. tomorrow night will mark, 2 weeks ago, my youngest sister called me, to say, that our Mom had fallen, and laid, somewhere between 24 and 48 hours on her kithcen floor, before she was found.
We don't really know how long, because she was stoned out of her mind on Vicadin.
So, flying trip to the ER. 5 days in the hospital, then on to nursing home for rehab.
Seems simple. Not so much. We find out, after going to her house, and checking on some things.
THINGS we asked her about and were helping her with, but she was not telling us the whole truth.
Her finances are a train wreck!
74 years old, owes money on a house, it needs tons of work, $40,000 in credit card debt!
THe house was close to being the next episode of hoarders. We tried, and tried, but you know when they lie, and it's family, well, ya know, until the house of cards, falls, you keep trying to prop it up.
It's mind boggling!
So, she is in the nursing home. We are cleaning out the house, selling everything we can.
Thankfully, since, SS is her only income, the CC bills do not have to be paid, and they can't touch her SS. We will clean up the house, and go to the bank, and tell them, cheapest way, least paper work, you get a house!
So, my sisters and I and Mom, are all on board.
Then yesterday, a friend of Moms for like 50 years, drops over dead. Cooking eggs. Kerplunk! Gone!
Now Mom wants us to take her to the funeral. I don't even know if the Doctor will let this happen!
I will say this, I am so thankful, that I have 2 great sisters, and we get along, and we are all on the same page, about what we have been handed, and what we have to do.
2 weeks from ****
