my mom

[Drunk Monk]

I appreciate that. Likewise is true if you need help (although I'd bail on helping you carry that huge TV down the stairs).

My mom was doing her respiratory therapy when I arrived yesterday which made her loopy afterwards. She did her chanting ‘quiet’ or ‘calm down’ like she does when she’s looping. She can hold conversations but you have to yell. 

Her nurse said she is about the same as yesterday, but she was exhausted from the therapy and hungry when I visited so she seemed worse to me. She’s having trouble swallowing and it takes a nurse and an assistant to help her eat, but they say her appetite is good.

I had dinner at the cafeteria there which is surprisingly cheap and filling. 

I don’t think I’ve cried this much in my life. Every time we say ‘I love you’ to each other, it hits me like a hammer. The emotions & exhaustion hits me in waves. When visiting, the eye shield and sterile procedures don’t allow me to wipe my eyes, but my mom can’t see it. I’m grateful that Stacy is taking Tara today, because I’m not sure I’m at that place yet.