M0m’s going down and so am I. Actually, my sweet cousin asked the question last week that started all this.

She queried, “Have you told your Mom it’s okay to go?”

I replied, “No! Because it’s not okay with me!”

Well, there was the answer. I realized it’s not about me, it’s about Mom. So I called Hospice on Saturday morning and they said to hit her with every drug they’d given me. I have dolled it out carefully as she and I both are anti-drug. So I went the other way and administered all medication.

When I hit her with everything I had it didn’t make a dent.  She’s in bed and still not asleep. Me? I took a three hour nap today.

My sweet cousin came to visit this morning. When I opened the door, she looked at me and said, ” You look bad.” Frankly she was right. I am fading fast. We had a nice talk and then made Arugula Pesto. I barely remember any of it which makes me know I’m really not okay.

I had plans to blog on Mom’s toys today but, frankly, I think I just need to go to bed. Maybe hoping for morphine for Mom and a good night’s rest for me will make me better tomorrow. If not, sorry, but I”m wearing thin and there is not a lot of funny left in me right now.

Trying to spread laughter throughout the world…one chuckle at a time. Pray for DDM and ME.

Mikie Baker
www.mikiebaker.com