I guess it was lucky I took mom to the ER when I did [which I figure was a day late] because the amount of bacteria circulating throughout her body was pretty.... dangerous. Her gull bladder surgery is tomorrow [Wednesday]. Then she can come hom Thursday or Friday!
Until then, I have been staying with C. We like living together. And her mom makes me feel like a 50's child. We are pampered. I get home cooked meals, and I don't have to clean up [though I do try to help] and I get breakfast made for me in the morning with chai latte. Mmmm. C got me into loving chai. Bless her. And we watch the Office with dinner. It's all very nice.
I got to see mom every day and we talk quite a bit. She feels much better and I know now she'll be a lot more.... I don't know, life appreciative. Maybe being sooo sick will drag her out of the funk she's been in. Maybe not though.
I've found I'm very irritable when I first wake up, in the middle of the night and such. Poor C will accidentally elbow me in adjustment and I will groan in angry protest. C is also not at all a morning person.
And I love my art teacher. She is a teenager at heart. And is uber-liberal.
I just love art.