Monday

The reason that no one is talking to me about Mom's health care is that they deemed Mom competent to handle her own health care and they're talking to her! I left a message for her doctor to call me, but I don't know if he will given that I'm not a primary contact for her health care.

There is some sort of caregiver training that I'm supposed to go to, but it hasn't been scheduled.

Mom was having a good night tonight. She sounded like her old self. She asked what Deanna and Ken wanted, and I told her that they no longer wanted to help her. Then I said, "Well, I don't know that they've completely ruled out helping her," and she said "But they don't want to be involved." I said, "Yes, exactly." Her reaction to Deanna and Ken no longer wanting to help her: "Fuck them." She wants to get help so that she can tell them to go to hell. She thinks that it's cheeky that Deanna still wants the stuff that Mom saved for her.

Mom said that she'd talk to the social worker about getting me involved in her health care.

I talked to her about tidying the place up a bit putting stuff in bins, and she said that she wouldn't be able to find things. But I got permission to clean up the stairs (yay!)

I received my bucket, scrub brush, and other cleaning supplies. The bathroom awaits. But I took a nap and slept through until morning. I'm still sleepy, so I might take another (short) nap and then do homework.

Full Speed Ahead

No one called me from the nursing home. I made up a test for my programming class. It was easier than expected.

Mom was in a worse mood today. She agreed, though, to have some of her stuff boxed up and put in storage. So I have a boatload of stuff to do this weekend, even with help. She said that the nursing home will contact me first if anything comes up. She's now thinking of adapting the front steps so that she can get up them. I need to make measurements of the current stairs to determine whether we could use the existing stairs or would need new ones. We would need to add railings for Mom to hold onto. I said that I wished that we had a contractor who adapts homes for older people, and she suggested asking the social worker for recommendations. That's a good idea.

That jerk Ken talked to Mom and blamed the fact that they no longer want to help on his wife, when he was the one who was complaining. Honestly, I think that the sooner that Mom is shut of them, the better.

Mom asked if I thought everything would be all right again. I said, "Everything: no, some things: yes."

Yay. My homework is due tomorrow instead of today. I reserved a storage space for Mom. I need to get TaskRabbit people, but I'm running out of steam. And I'm wondering if I should put stuff in plastic bins, which would protect the items (papers) better, but would run into $$$. Hmm. I'm eyeing see-through plastic tubs, which might reassure Mom that we could find her stuff. Home Depot has a bunch.

But I think that it's bedtime. Oh, note to self: rebook Amtrak!!!!