I am realizing that dealing with elder are is similar to when your kids were in elementary school. Tons of random phone calls that interrupt your day and the assumption is that you have nothing else to do and can easily drop everything and run over there and deal. (Billy fell off the jungle gym. Mom fell off the bed. Billy has a slight temperature. No work for you! Come and get him. Mom has a slight temperature. Do you want to come and get her and take her to the emergency room?) Injust checked mom out of the hospital, picked up her prescriptions and took her back to assisted living and the lady at the desk was like “You have to take these prescriptions back to the pharmacy and tell them they need to be in blister packs and then wait two hours and pick them up again and bring them back, etc etc etc”. Reminds me of the time the teacher told me to return the sculpey for the craft project to Michael’s because “it’s not the right color for ancient Egypt” because we know they had a lot of prepackaged modeling clay in ancient Egypt. Lots and lots of busy work for Mom. let’s just pretend I don’t have a life. All day every day therapist mother maid etc.
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