Mum On The Move
It has been a horrendous two days. Yesterday morning at the ungodly hour of 8am I drove into the parking lot of the hospital to be greeted by 3 fire trucks, 2 ambulances and an assortment of police vehicles. It would appear that someone was brought into the ER and put into isolation. This person did not want to be in isolation so they decided to try and burn down the hospital. Hello and welcome to Canada.
Last night my brother's brain went snap crackle pop and he started shouting at me in my Mum's room that the only reason I came home was to take all her money. And that if I really cared about her I would have come home a year ago. Not to mention that I'm a horrible, selfish person who doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone but herself.
I hate to point out the obvious but my Mum was little upset.
So today was spent entirely at the hospital reassuring her that my brother hadn't scared me off and that I would be hanging around. We're moving her to the hospice tomorrow so she's a little unsettled about that as well.
Then my brother showed up at dinner when my Mum was asleep, apologized all over himself, started crying and left.
Having a great time, wish you were here.