Two more facility tours today. One that’s in, one that’s out.
I’m learning all the details of this little microindustry, what the terms are, the rules and ins/outs.
I’m so glad my super smart social worker friend is going with me. She’s asking great questions and just a great companion.
I’m tired.
I’m worried and worn out.
My mom is really depressed and exhausted and tired.
I don’t know honestly if it’s better for mom to go alone to the facility or to have her husband go with her. I don’t want her to go and then have him block her from doing things.
It’d be really depressing if he just messes everything up in this new place that should be a blast.
I don’t know.
We’ll see how it all goes.
I know he’s probably sort of pissed right now.
Mom has to decide if she wants to be independent or not.
Maybe I should write a book about it all when I’m done.
It’s like, you can’t make this stuff up.
Maybe I could start writing things down that she says.
Over out.