Bought a new coat at Costco yesterday, have decided to exchange it. I got the grey one and decided I’d rather have the red one.
Got my treadmill today, really excited for him to get up and put it together. It snowed while I was walking this morning, ugh, just ugh.
Lastly, I had an email from my sister in law. I had decided, finally, to not interact with her and my brother anymore as they are very toxic people. It has always been very hard for me to give up on anyone; and I always have had to contact them, they never contact me. But surprise, there is an email.
Since it’s my birthday week, I thought they might be wishing me happy birthday which they never do and didn’t do. The email was mostly about my mother. My mother, her entire senior life, has repeatedly stated that she did not wish to be put in a nursing home or any institutional setting. She is 98 and has resisted any placements attempts. A nursing home is her worst nightmare.
The e-mail said that she had a serious heart problem in July, was taken to the ER where my brother (who should fall in a toilet and drown along with his wife ) and his wife had her resuscitated. Then she was hospitalized for 6 weeks and, yup, moved to a nursing home where she is bedridden.
The email continued to say that they were cleaning out her apartment, throwing all her stuff out, and the photos I wanted, I wouldn’t get cause they were busy and couldn’t look for them. Plus they couldn’t tell me this information before, cause they were busy.
My son pointed the timing of this email out to me-my birthday present from them.
As many people on here know, I am no fan of my mother. But I would have let her die, not dumped her in a home. She is 98, blind, deaf, and now stuck in a bed in a nursing home. My brother has her POA. I can do nothing.
So, what am I doing today? Wishing I had a couple of stuffed dolls, a bunch of sharp pins, and a couple of locks of my brother’s, and his wife’s hair. After all, it might be worth a try. I am so very sad for my mother who deserved a simple, fast death.