Witty

If you can write the word witty does that mean you are?
Doubtful.

Mom fell in the bathroom and had to go to the hospital. Four staples in her head. And thankfully no fractured pelvis, though they at first thought it was. Yes, I do need to pull out the living will paperwork, since I am the keeper of her life. Ha, that's how I joke about it, but I'm the responsible one, along with my cousin the nurse. If it gets down to us deciding it will be hell, not only because it'll be my mom's life we're talking about, but also because just dealing with my cousin makes me anxious.

Which reminds me, I need to go take some anti-anxiety meds....

Ah...

We went yesterday to look at houses for M. Yeah, it's weird, but 1) I like looking at houses 2) it's not my money and 3) it helps move us towards resolution. Which we both need desperately. Today I'm in my denial phase of what might happen if I don't have a job by then, whenever then is. M doesn't want to leave me in a lurch, but at some point he needs to give up the notion of being nice (which also sounds weird) and just let us go our ways. I appreciate greatly his concern, don't get me wrong, but we just need to fix this situation.

OK, I'm off to a networking lunch and then some temp work. Of course they are about an hour in opposite directions, so I'll be listening to some music. I have picked Bat Out of Hell to help me expunge my emotions. :-)