Just Like Omaha Beach....

Ugh.  Up most of the night with a nasty stomach.....worse this morning so I stayed home.  I slept most of the afternoon so now I'm all confused about what time it is and what day it is.  I felt sorry for myself so I called my mother only to have her break down in tears.  She's been very depressed again.  She went off the anti-depressant because it made her so sleepy and of course now that she's totally weaned off it...  whoops....  Welcome depression....sigh.

She cried about Judi, she cried about not having my father to help her get through things....she cried about where she is in life.  We talked for a long time.  I talked to her about maybe going back on an antidepressant---maybe adjusting dosage or type so she's not as sleepy.  I think she felt a little better by the time we hung up.

We worked on paying Judi's bills last night.  Finally got the check and let the bank hold it for a ridiculously long time (I wonder how much interest they made off it) so now I can sit and write checks.  Somewhat satisfying although if you could explain to me why she has five different account numbers with Carle Hospital I would greatly appreciate it.....and that's in addition to the ones with Carle Clinic, Carle Home Health Services, Carle Hospice, Christie Clinic and Anderson Cancer Center. 

I'm thinking of Gnight Girl a lot today as her sister has reached the stage for hospice.  It seems as though I should have something particularly insightful to say to her having just been through it with Judi.  I don't though....I just know how much it hurts and how sorry I am that anyone else has to go through it. 

On a brighter note:  Owen is really looking forward to going to Maine as there will be a beach there and he can recreate D-Day.  He looked up at me cheerfully and said, "it'll be JUST like Omaha Beach Mom."

I kid you not.