Yesterday
So... wow...
Um... My mom was so busy working on getting an assisted living facility set up for my grandparents that she did not make it to anywhere to get a restraining order. She did talk to the police on the phone who said that they couldn't help her. On Monday they are planning to get the restraining order. I'm worried that Monday may be too late.
On the bright side though, Poppy is doing much better but the hospital will only release him to an assisted living facility or rehab facility. He has 5 to 6 weeks of rehab ahead of him. For a man who the doctors did not expect live beyond the first few minutes, that is a very good prognosis. He also has a safe place to go to that is too small for crazy uncle to go to plus crazy uncle won't be allowed to be there. He seems to have a weight lifted from his shoulders now that they will finally be out from under the uncle.
However, we are worried about Nanny. Mom knew that she was having memory issues. Every now and then Nanny wouldn't remember or would ask the same questions over and over. Now that they have spent so much time with her constantly, they are realizing that she really needs full time care. Poppy won't be able to give it to her so going in to the assisted living facility will help her too. Apparently, her short term memory is the worst. She can't remember today what you told her yesterday. She has a tendency to wander off at the hospital. I tried to call my mom this morning again but only was able to talk to Larry because Mom was busy dealing with "an episode" with Nanny. Nanny had forgotten that she can't go back to the apartment. My mom and her sister K were trying to explain it to Nanny again and get Nanny to calm down.
Again on the bright side, Aunt K and Cousin C have arrived in town and are staying at Mom's. This means that every room in Mom's house has someone in it. I feel much better now because this means that there are lots of people there and that both ends of the house are occupied. Mom's house has rooms on one side, then the common areas (living, dining, sun rooms and kitchen) and then the master bedroom. And of course it's FL, so there are glass doors and lots of windows and it's all ground level.
Other bonus, Mom's husband believes in guns and is keeping the gun by the bed and a bat by most entryways. This means that Mom & her husband really do understand that the threats of a crazy man on cocaine whose live is being ripped out from under him should in fact be taken seriously and not blown off at all. With his impending trial, and no residence, and no job, it is more unlikely that he will just get off with probation. He's got to know that and I'm sure he doesn't want to go to jail. He's got to be desperate. High and desperate does not make a good combination.
Also makes me happy that I've got friends that I can call on to help me protect my family with whatever I can from 1500 miles away. I'm glad that as a witch, I have resources to help out in this case. I even called on Jesus and God since these are Their/His people.
Hopefully Mom will actually TALK TO ME today. That is the part that had me very upset yesterday. All I wanted to do was tell her that I love her and have her actually hear it and instead I got rushed off of the phone twice and no return call as promised. Yes, I do understand she was really busy and really stressed but with the very real possiblity of the last words I get to hear from my mom being "I can't talk right now. I'll call you later." makes me desperately unhappy.
Lastly, I am dealing with this with bouts of crying, making some poor food choices (Fat Lorenzo's pizza with a Hard Cider for dinner and lots of sweet tea), and then burying it deep so that I can get through the day and not need to hide under the bed. I do realize that I will likely need to call my therapist again and spend some time with her through this bizzaro world crisis.
Um... My mom was so busy working on getting an assisted living facility set up for my grandparents that she did not make it to anywhere to get a restraining order. She did talk to the police on the phone who said that they couldn't help her. On Monday they are planning to get the restraining order. I'm worried that Monday may be too late.
On the bright side though, Poppy is doing much better but the hospital will only release him to an assisted living facility or rehab facility. He has 5 to 6 weeks of rehab ahead of him. For a man who the doctors did not expect live beyond the first few minutes, that is a very good prognosis. He also has a safe place to go to that is too small for crazy uncle to go to plus crazy uncle won't be allowed to be there. He seems to have a weight lifted from his shoulders now that they will finally be out from under the uncle.
However, we are worried about Nanny. Mom knew that she was having memory issues. Every now and then Nanny wouldn't remember or would ask the same questions over and over. Now that they have spent so much time with her constantly, they are realizing that she really needs full time care. Poppy won't be able to give it to her so going in to the assisted living facility will help her too. Apparently, her short term memory is the worst. She can't remember today what you told her yesterday. She has a tendency to wander off at the hospital. I tried to call my mom this morning again but only was able to talk to Larry because Mom was busy dealing with "an episode" with Nanny. Nanny had forgotten that she can't go back to the apartment. My mom and her sister K were trying to explain it to Nanny again and get Nanny to calm down.
Again on the bright side, Aunt K and Cousin C have arrived in town and are staying at Mom's. This means that every room in Mom's house has someone in it. I feel much better now because this means that there are lots of people there and that both ends of the house are occupied. Mom's house has rooms on one side, then the common areas (living, dining, sun rooms and kitchen) and then the master bedroom. And of course it's FL, so there are glass doors and lots of windows and it's all ground level.
Other bonus, Mom's husband believes in guns and is keeping the gun by the bed and a bat by most entryways. This means that Mom & her husband really do understand that the threats of a crazy man on cocaine whose live is being ripped out from under him should in fact be taken seriously and not blown off at all. With his impending trial, and no residence, and no job, it is more unlikely that he will just get off with probation. He's got to know that and I'm sure he doesn't want to go to jail. He's got to be desperate. High and desperate does not make a good combination.
Also makes me happy that I've got friends that I can call on to help me protect my family with whatever I can from 1500 miles away. I'm glad that as a witch, I have resources to help out in this case. I even called on Jesus and God since these are Their/His people.
Hopefully Mom will actually TALK TO ME today. That is the part that had me very upset yesterday. All I wanted to do was tell her that I love her and have her actually hear it and instead I got rushed off of the phone twice and no return call as promised. Yes, I do understand she was really busy and really stressed but with the very real possiblity of the last words I get to hear from my mom being "I can't talk right now. I'll call you later." makes me desperately unhappy.
Lastly, I am dealing with this with bouts of crying, making some poor food choices (Fat Lorenzo's pizza with a Hard Cider for dinner and lots of sweet tea), and then burying it deep so that I can get through the day and not need to hide under the bed. I do realize that I will likely need to call my therapist again and spend some time with her through this bizzaro world crisis.