Life

This weekend my mom had another seizure and dislocated her shoulder. This is the second seizure in a month or so, which means her meds probably aren't working. It's been six years, and it's awful to be back in the mode of constant fear that she'll have one and hit her head. I get nervous when she's in the bathroom too long.

It's hard for her too. She's in a sling. She can't clean, she can't bathe herself (well, she can sponge bathe herself, but getting in and out of the tub is a no). So we're picking up the slack, helping her out, and we don't mind but it bothers her.

Work has been stressful on top of all of this, so when I get home I usually end up going to bed early or just disappearing into a book/fic. I'm tired all the time, lol.

BUT, it hasn't been all bad. I finished reading this really awesome book recently, which I'm going to post about when I get home from work~