So, Mom had called me, while I was at my Bible Study, Thursday Night, to Thank me, for a new coffee table book, I had sent to them from "Barnes & Nobles" about You-Know-Who! It is mostly pictures, because you-know-why! She sounded chipper, clear (Alive!) remembered my name, and my phone number, so this is all good! I just had to wait until today to call her back, because sometimes, it is such bad news, it throws me into a tail-spin, and I have had enough of those this week, to last a life-time.
We chatted about nothing-important, and if I try to tell her what is going on in my life (answer her question) she will almost always say "Will there be a test *Giggle* In other words, she can not comprehend more than about three short sentences. Note to self: ALWAYS keep it Short & Sweet!
I did ask her "So, did your Nurse come today?" "Yes" "WHEW!" "Rosie came today. Tom....yelling into the other room, who came today, was it Rosie? (keep in mind, she probably was there, 1/2 hour ago

) "Yes, Carol, it was Rosie" So this means that Eva still has employees for the Week-End. Part of my sluthing was I thought, because of this economy Eva may have had to 'let go' of some of her help? I just couldn't fathom..."WHY?" no more care for Mom, on the Week-Ends? Still can't? Well, it may have been an experiment that failed, which is good, and it was only two weeks, not two months, like Mother told me (She has no concept of time, as you said Snick)
Or it could have been my quite to the point E-Mail, if this service does not start up immediately,
IN CAPS, I will have to contact the authorities, which scares anyone in Eva's position, because she could lose her License AND her families, entire income! I HATE to say anything mean to Eva, because if we lose her, let's face it, my Mom will drop dead, because
APS is
NOT effective, only as a threat, sometimes. They don't really exist, I am convinced.
So Tom, is working on Trivia, they are headed to Church, and all is well in "The Jefffery Dauhmer Household" as of right this moment, although I may need a morphine drip. These roller-coaster fear rides, are doing a number on me emotionally, and physically.
*SIGH*
