Amazing that it's only been a week. Feels like a lot longer.
Mom is settled in a rehab/long term care facility. I hate to say nursing home because it makes me want to wash my hands. She is off the pain meds and doing quite well. She played bingo yesterday and had physical therapy today. She also lost her cell phone.
Got the netbook connected to the available wi-fi, delivered some clean laundry and took home some more clothes to wash. Next is getting all her paperwork together and seeing an elder-law attorney, getting her pre-paid funeral transferred to Illinois and picking up her new glasses.
Why is it I find myself wishing I liked bingo?
I am tired, ya'll.