Back to the Other Worry....

I called my mother yesterday to get her shopping list.  She wasn't sounding too great....I could tell she was feeling really down.  Of course she did tell me she'd forgotten to take her evening pills for the last three days which includes her antidepressant.  I guess I'll start calling her every evening to remind her.  I trudged over in the rain and did her shopping.  I put everything away and sat down at the kitchen table where she was.  She was facing away from me, toward the tv, although it was turned off.  I tried to chat a bit but she didn't respond much....told me she didn't like weekends.  Finally I got somewhat irritated and told that perhaps she should turn around and FACE me and maybe it would perk her up. She laughed a little and then we talked for quite awhile.  I brought up assisted living and she agreed to let me look into some places.  However she absolutely refuses to go back to where she and Dad went and I fear it's the only affordable option. 

I got up early this morning so I've been poking around and sending some emails but damn it....it's ALL about money, isn't it?  I looked at the website for Canterbury Ridge and it's $4,400 a month for a one bedroom apartment.  So if you figure a measly two years----you're over $100,000.  Now granted she has some income so that's not all out of pocket but just the same....what happens when we go through all her money?  The whole thing makes me sick to my stomach. 

Ernie was going to take her in for bloodwork this morning but she just called to say she was sick.  She gets 'sick' a lot.  I think it's often the gastroparesis but she doesn't think so and what the hell does it really matter anyway.

Here's some pretty swiss chard just to have something cheerful in thispost....I sauteed it with garlic and olive oil and it was so good wenibbled most of it from the pan....