All my IPA is belong to you.
Oh, god, please send it to me.
I just spent an hour on the phone with my mother, telling her over and over that hiring someone to come in and cook a meal two or three times a week is not our way of taking away her independence. And no, you really don't cook anymore, and yes, this is one of the few ways your children can look out for you, why don't you let us, and no, we pay, and no, they're not criminals, and yes, they will just come in and cook the meal, and yes, just in the late afternoon a few times a week.
Over. And Over. And Over. It's like Groundhog Day on speed, but without the fun Bill Murray bits.
Send me IPA.
It's my own fault: I hired an agency to bring some support, set up a meeting today with the person, and told my folks about it, but forgot to call last night to remind them she was coming today, and it was a debacle. Mom was a wreck.
She won't go into assisted living, won't accept help at home, and according to that new prognosis site (eprognosis.org), she's got a 64% chance of dying within the next 4 years. My fear is that she'll drive my father into the grave first.
... well, that's a downer.
Okay, I have a question. Did everyone else know that Jennifer Garner had a kid 3 years ago? Seraphina? [link] I realize my life has been super busy but I totally missed it. Also, cute kid.
Totally cute kid, right? And THREE?!?! Wha?
Yes, I did know about Violet's baby sister. She's almost as cute, and I expect #3 to be quirky charming in the same way.
Okay, we have battles to see who can hand in their weekly status reports earliest, and I lost this year. But I'm pretty sure I kicked co-worker's ass by having my self eval in before him. And I big up myself majorly. I just compared it to last 6 months, which was pretty much a "I'm good at stuff! Look at me!" This time it was more like "Then I took the rock from Tartarus and killed that damned liver-eating bird, razed the lotuses, ate all the pigs, and ripped out the voiceboxes of the singing chicks." Then lunch break.
I did know that but have seen many fewer pics of her than of Violet.
I hate when I'm already feeling kinda gross and overly full, but need to swallow some meds, and then it gets caught in my throat. Ick.
Nora and Consuela, you can have my IPA if you want it.
Suela, I'm sorry your mom was a wreck, but I think sending someone over there was absolutely the right thing to do. I hope you keep doing it, for everyone else's sake if not for hers. Oy. I so feel for you. You make me realize how lucky I was that my mother never resisted us when she was ill, although in her case I suspect now that her strokes had damaged her executive functioning.
sara, take the grocery store cuff's readings with a large grain of salt. Is there a clinic you can drop in to and ask if they can get a quick BP for you?
Actual conversation with K:
"Did you know that Jennifer Garner had a second kid?"
"Yep."
"And she's pregnant with a third."
"That's a lot of children to begin to handle."
"Not if you have money and help."
"Yep and the money is secondary to the help."
sara, I have a BP cuff. I'd send it to you, but my BP is crazy out of control and I should use it more here. They are pretty cheap to get though.
My problem is I have bad white coat syndrome. If there is an authority involved, I get fractious. This goes back to my teens when my BP registered "oh, she's having a heart attack" at first and then "she's got no blood" later. Maybe I'll throw my mom a bone and have her send me dad's pressure cuff (his taking his BP all the time makes her nuts. He's like me, all over the place. When he was in his best form, his BP and pulse said he was a corpse. Not the heart attack corpse, the can't find pressure corpse. We're weird.)
