laurion pointed out to me that I hadn't been good about updating all y'all on my mom after
this maudlin post on Monday.
... sorry. My way of reacting to bad news tends to be escapism. So instead of hearing me write about everything that was depressing me, you got days full of Dragaeran ramblings.
I'm not sure which is worse.
Anyway. My mom was pretty out of it Monday, but recovered fast, and came home Tuesday night. We celebrated by eating michigans* and soft-serve ice cream >.< Not really what either of us should be eating, but it's the kind of thing we like to do when I'm in town, and that happens rarely enough.
*Chili dogs. Really.
She doesn't seem to be having any chest pain any more - or if she is, I'm sure she'll correct me, since she reads this journal.
I'm not sure what her long term plan is to see about this not happening again. Honestly, what really sucks is that she's living a pretty healthy lifestyle already.