Mainly the past week. My mother and mother -in law seem to be racing to the pearly gates. Last Wednesday we get a call from my husband's brother -hospice nurse says she has 2 days to live, I call in for work Wednesday night- a few minutes later Nursing home calls me my mother is on isolation with c-diff. She has been declining for months. We want to get to San Antonio asap where my m-in-law is. Before we can leave our son calls can we pick up our Grandson at school - he is working out of town and so is the ex. Husband picks him up fever of 102, and in my Grandson's words he also has migraine- he is 9 years old. I had to laugh. We finally get to the in laws and - Mom is awake and talking and not banging on deaths door. We go back down there a few days later she still looks the same. Over the last few days my mom has regressed She can't feed herself anymore. My sister and I told the staff how weak she has become. The social worker tried to hand me a paper that had private sitters listed. She told us if we wanted our mother fed we would have to hire one of them for $15 an hour. Like the $4400 a month we pay is not enough. I wanted to throat punch her- So I walked away. Now I am learning to say Ombudsman. I Try to feed her but I can't be there for all 3 meals. I went to see her Saturday night a little before 7 pm and there was an unopened to go box on her table. I started to feed her and an aide came in with another box- looked at what I had and said that was her lunch- unopened and untouched and 7 hours later still sitting there. Again a throat punch or some Jackie Chan fancy move comes into my mind- or we could just settle for my Linda Blair impersonation. Sorry to vent but I can't post this shit on Facebook. I live in a small town and you can't fart here without 10 people knowing about it before you even smell it. And everyone is f-Ing related. One of my dearest friends - not so dear- she moved away several years ago-- well her niece is the owner/manager of the nursing home. We all know each other some way in this town. The worst gossipers-- the MEN--my husband finds out more good schnitt from the guys in his shooting club-- Germans. And to top it all off I have discovered I am now allergic to Almonds and Peanuts. What kind of crap is that? I love nuts. Get your minds out of the gutter. If I develop an allergy to pecans I will just have to use an Epi-pen. I really wouldn't throat punch anyone-- I just like the way that sounds. Linda Blair - that's a good possibility.