Confession Time and Stuff

I did NOT go to Mom's on Thursday. Hold up now - let me tell you why.

We started volunteering at the Durham Rescue Mission on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays - or that's what I thought. Turns out it's Tuesdays and Thursdays only. So I shifted - Mom is one of those days and the DRM is the other.

Went to The Cave of Forgotten Dreams Saturday. Nice, but really no need for big screen viewing IMHO.

Friday, as my supervisor and I drove back from somewhere I can't tell you because it might be violating some confidential thing or other, an ambulance passed us going in the direction of my mother's place. (it was not for her this time). It made me wonder aloud if the DNR had been placed in her chart. My supervisor looked aghast that I would not want my demented mother resuscitated.
Frankly I cannot see the point.

Unless resuscitation has some unbeknownst side effect no-one has ever heard of, like you get your mind back.

Not to mention, the mother and I discussed this at length before she lost said mind and she did not want to be resuscitated.

Let me tell you a little story about "Jed" and "Jeanie", [younger] friends of my parents.
Jed came home one day feeling a bit tired and he laid down on the couch to rest while Jeanie took a shower.
When Jeanie came out of the shower, Jed was dead (heart attack). No-one knows how long he'd been dead. The paramedics revived him.
He has the mental capacity of a five year old and Jeanie looks about one hundred.
It ain't always a good thing to come back from the dead y'all.

You need the plug pulled - I'm your gal.