Oh Jeez. It is not starting out to be a good day. I feel like shit and have spoken to the nurse at my mother's assisted living about four times. Or maybe five. I don't know. My brain is not working. Besides the rash, my mother is now having pains which the nurse at the AL wants her to go to the ER to be evaluated for. And I can't take her. So Saint Mr. Moon is taking her.
And it's raining. And chilly. I hear a hawk calling in the side yard. And I feel fucking useless and I don't know how to be sick and I've probably given this to the boys because I kissed all over them yesterday, especially little Gibson who can't fight me off when I go into kiss mode and in fact, reaches up for my kisses with his lips.
I'm just a mess.