They're coming to pick up Mom's hospital bed and wheelchair this afternoon. I called the medical supply place last week, after I realized that if I didn't let them know I'd end up having to pay the ENTIRE amount, not just the part insurance didn't cover, so I did it. Her bedroom is going to look so empty when they're gone. At some point I think I'll put a daybed in there...
I know I need to get back to doing something productive, but somehow it's just not happentherapeapeuti. I actually made a list--I mean of the most basic stuff, like 'eat, shower, pay bills'--just to make sure I don't skip things.
Please note: It's therapeutic for me to chronicle what's happening, but I don't expect continued response to this thread!