ash wednesday morning

It’s been a hectic couple of days. But finally I have managed to get my Mom’s meds adjusted. Finished reading Allen Ginsberg’s Kaddish this morning. It’s in memory of his mother. Its images are stark and engaging. Apparently Ginsberg’s mother was mad. At least that’s the story in the poem.

I have been carting my Mom around in a wheelchair since she is falling so much and remains weak.

Hopefully the change in meds will take effect within a few days. If not, I’ll have to look into changing some of her other meds.

know your meds, know your meds

Images from the past few days:

The young nurse calls my Mom “Sweetheart” as she takes her blood pressure, pulse and blood oxygen level.

Then she labors over a computer screen and keeps apologizing to Mom and me for taking so long.

When I mentioned that the man we both knew had written a couple of books, the woman behind the desk said that she knew and that was another thing that they all found funny about him.

The big man in the cafeteria agreed with me that man hugs are sometimes appropriate. Neither of us moved.


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