A Day of Phone Calls

The palliative care nurse woke me up and asked if I would okay Mom for hospice care. She said that Mom might not make it until the weekend. Bloody hell. I contacted the Neptune Society for more information about handling a cremation.

I'm not sure what to do now. A shower, I guess.

I was able to get in touch with my mom's best friend, so I feel better. If she can't have me there, at least she'll have Lotus. I've been getting in touch with my mom's friends for whom I have contact info for.

I'm lying down, so of course the hospital had to call. They're emailing me the hospice paperwork. And a couple of calls later, I gave up.

The hospice paperwork says that there must be a 24-hour caregiver, and I don't have one. So I emailed back. They said that because she is in the hospital and not expected to survive, that I don't need one. I signed the forms and emailed them back.

And crud. I missed a meeting at work.

I made arrangements to have Mom cremated after she passes. The person kept on messing up the paperwork, which isn't giving me the warm fuzzies though. The next step is to figure out where her ashes should be laid to rest. I emailed the cemetery where my mom's parents and aunt and uncle are.

I have a feeling that she will pass away tonight.

I found a place on Maui that I'd like to stay at. It's a condo right on the beach. And you can see sunsets from there too. All I'd need is a glass of white wine.

The cemetery called me late, but I'll talk to them tomorrow. My aunt's nephew is confirming the name of the place.

I'm cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, and clearing out the mudroom of the clothes that I have piled there. I'd like to be mostly packed by 1 PM tomorrow.

Now I've started yawning, so I'm going to crash and get up early.