Thanks again, cy. I did get to convince her pain doc's nurse that it wasn't working for my mom and got another type of muscle relaxer, which mom says might be working a little better. I can't recall the name...this week has been such a blur for me that once my brother took over for the weekend, I left it in his hands. He's staying there with her (brother).

This morning I woke up, and all the mom stuff and PN and mealy bugs on all my houseplants and my unemployed @$$ and megagigundo oil slick in the Gulf (not necessarily listed in order of importance) fell in on me and I started to do what I usually do: cry.

But then I stopped mid-sob and got mad. Really mad.

And I went outside and started throwing rocks. And then I went to Lowe's. And when I got home, I threw more rocks. And I then I did some less dramatic (boring), but essential (behind-the-scene) things and then threw more rocks. And this is what happened:



In case you can't tell, it's a waterfall with a bed of impatiens at the base in our tiny, city front-yard. Oh, and a blue spotlight on a timer.

Now I hurt more than I have in I-can't-remember, but it was worth it. I like the new, improved, Mad Joan. Where did I put my electric chainsaw?