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Nobody loves him, everybody hates him, he’s gonna go eat burgs.

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So, my 92 year old mom has had a totally shitty two weeks.

Just before Thanksgiving she was putting some coffee in the above stove microwave and did something and fell (she's 5 foot, -2 inches.) She remembered to yell to Alexa to "Call Cathy", my sister and Amazon put the call through on speaker and my sister was able to come over right away and take her to the ER. She had fractured the ball joint on her hip and need to get screwed back together, which took an extra day because she had ate one butter cup candy and you know you can't go swimming, er, surgery-ing after that. They fixed her up and we got her home and notice her left side wasn't doing so well. After a bit off my sister and I (I had driven over from Seattle by then) going should we, we took her into the ER and they _think_ she might have had a bit of a stroke or some cholesterol build-up, jury is still out. Anyway she needed to have at least two weeks of PT at a facility. Yeah, try to schedule that on Thanksgiving. So we did get her to a place in Yakima after 5 days in the hospital to start her PT.

This is where it gets totally shitty.

It's 4:30am and she's in a wheelchair just out of the can from taking a pee and the overhead fire suppression sprinkler gives out and floods the room with black water. All of her clothes are ruined, but they did save her phone and hearing aid. They did get her into the shower and clean clothes on her and into a new room right away. But dog knows what the fuck was in that crusty old pipe. We're still trying to decide if we need to bring lawyers in.

I just got off the phone with her and she's doing better. She got some PT in today and we're hoping that this is the end of the really shitty part.

Kudos to my sister who is in Yakima and dealing with her and all the paperwork. All this while being a third grade teacher. She's fucking awesome.

I'm back down here in PDX with her dog Fred, who use to be my late wife's dog, before my mom stole him. He slept with WitP last night, so I'm seeing a pattern.

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