Let's see. My head is spinning. We watched the Oscars last night. Well, watched is not exactly the right word. We had the oscars on and my mom mostly yelled at my dad about various things...dinner not ready, needing a social security number for something etc.etc. I don't know how the guy does it.
Today she wanted to go to some new casino which I thought, between her bad back, her breathing problems and her falling down from drinking and pills was a bad idea. I tried to tell her this which resulted in a tantrum so off we went. I loaded 3 tanks of oxygen into the car, not taking any chances. The casino was noisy and dark and very confusing. Her method of gambling these days is to stick a twenty into the machines and just press buttons. This usually result in her losing all of her money on penny machines in about 5 minutes. She did manage to win a 50 buck payout on one machine. She insisted I play so I tried one buck on one macine and won 60 bucks!!! I should always have such luck.
She wanted to try Martin Yan's new restaurant which was unfortunately all the way across the casino. Normally this would be a two minutes walk but with the back pain and breathing, she had to sit every 30 feet or so. At one point she sat and I could tell she was in distress, not getting any air.. She had me turn it up to 5(I would have preferred 11 at that point). Still nothing. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I really didn't want to kill my mom in a casino. Then I realized she was sitting on the breathing hose. Yikes.
We finally made it to the restaurant and had a nice meal. She admitted to me that she was tired and wanted to leave right after eating which was a relief to me. She insisted she'd won a hundred bucks but I think she started with 200 so who knows?
Taking the rest of the day off; I'm exhausted.I know I complain about the bickering and such but I never forget for a minute that they're both old and sick and I may never see them again. And I'm very glad I took this time off even if I'm pretty much out of of time off for the rest of the year.
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