Who are these people?!

This is my last two weeks, basically, though there's also work involved around the edges.

The thing is, my mom had been trundling along as kind-of there in the mornings and pretty much not in the afternoon, but still wanting to take walks (And get lost and stand in the middle of the street, or try and get into other people's houses; this part had long since become a concern to me but my father seemed to be blasé and unworried, but I've already ranted about that here, so: rar.)

The taking-walks-and-being-stable-on-her-feet part basically ended last week, around the same time when my dad was finally like, "Actually, she isn't safe at home," and we finally got to looking at assisted living.

I scheduled two places, one for my brother to look at and one for me to look at; my brother looked at a (good) place in Dedham, Charter, and I looked at it just after him, and then the next day, my mom had this thing during dinner with my dad where she tried to sit down on a chair and kind of missed most of it, almost sat, but then slid onto the floor. This may or may not be where she busted two lower left ribs; mind you, she has fallen before, and has been having back pain for awhile, so that is a Mystery, but: probably.

Anyway, so: on floor. Could not get up. My dad, who has early stage Parkinson's himself, could not help her up.

( Cut for length and irritation factor. )

So we still don't know if Charter will take her, but I bet they will. (10 cents, but it's still a bet.) Also, the In Theory Good Hospital, for locals, is Faulkner. (But they're all Beth Israel Deaconess anyway so it hardly matters.)

And now, I will do some work, for work.