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Came downstairs with Jon after a walk around the neighborhood. Deborah is passed out in the floor, non-responsive. I just watched her be put on a stretcher and put in an ambulance. Jon is with her, while I stay here to watch Kathy.
Kathy hit what seems to be an accepted medical problem that tends to mean she needs to be put in a hospice facility, not stay at home any longer. It's an embarrassing problem, and Deborah is very pushy. So earlier today, Kathy slammed Deborah's hand in a door trying to get her to leave her alone.
When Jon and I found Deborah, she was on the floor outside Kathy's room. The bedroom door was locked. I'm a little afraid that Kathy slammed the door on her that hard. If that happened, Kathy doesn't remember it.
When Jon got the door unlocked, Kathy was calmly sitting in her chair, fully dressed and staring at nothing, waiting to be taken to her ex-husband's funeral, which is still a good 8 hours away.
Am I in some kind of death-vortex right now?
Kathy hit what seems to be an accepted medical problem that tends to mean she needs to be put in a hospice facility, not stay at home any longer. It's an embarrassing problem, and Deborah is very pushy. So earlier today, Kathy slammed Deborah's hand in a door trying to get her to leave her alone.
When Jon and I found Deborah, she was on the floor outside Kathy's room. The bedroom door was locked. I'm a little afraid that Kathy slammed the door on her that hard. If that happened, Kathy doesn't remember it.
When Jon got the door unlocked, Kathy was calmly sitting in her chair, fully dressed and staring at nothing, waiting to be taken to her ex-husband's funeral, which is still a good 8 hours away.
Am I in some kind of death-vortex right now?