Well, I am just sitting here now, can't sleep much more. I have no choice but to take my mom to her Dr's appt. tomorrow morning.

I found the empty bottle of vodka that she put away like that. UGH, I know for a fact, that the bottle was at least half full, when I had made my drinks on Xmas before the poop hit the fan. I know she drank after they took me via rescue to the ER.

She says no it wasn't. Well I really think it is time for me to have a break from her, I am not crazy about her PCP, but something has to give here, I thought it would be easy, and some days it is. Yet, I run like a gofer for her, and it is draining me, besides taking care of laundry, shopping, appts, cleaning, cooking. Get me this, get me that, and then thanks at least.

It's just been way too much crap in my life happening since August of 2005 and to be honest it is surely getting to me. Again she won't budge and I have no power of attorney only medical if she can't tallk for herself.

She is going downhill anyway, with all that has transpired with her. So, here I am having to watch it and take it.

Just venting. I'll survive.

Nikko