I was so crabby yesterday. Horrid day. No patience. Even bummed 3 chocolate bars off of Mrs. Johnson. I then had to go to the town wehre Mother lives and sort through all of the rigamorole of the Medicare Part D Prescription Drug plan. That deadline is approaching, and, well, Mom likes to get things done well in advance. This deadline was approaching as I was in the height of the IEP season,a nd that is a stressful time for me.
I got to the assisted living place where she has an apartment. I had called her and given her the chore of seeing if there was a computer we would be able to use. I could bring my laptop, but there was no wireless connection. They graciously left the activity worker's computer set for me to use. It worked slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter. I put in all of Mom's meds (12 of them!) and then got the companies. I called one number on my cell phone, and then gave them all of the information for their representative to do on their system. Seems that the Medicare website isn't that accurate in their figures. 8O
Now, I had simply told Mom that I was in a very foul mood for whatever reason, so she sat there and didn't interrupt at all like she usually does. 8) We made our decision and got her enrolled over the phone, and my cell phone battery did not die on me.
Mom then took me out to dinner for my efforts and to make me happier. I got to hear for the third time this week how terrible Saturday's main meal at the facility was. :roll: She is the woman I will become when I am older. 8O I sure hope my kids love me as much as I love her!
Worry is like a rocking chair: It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere. (Erma Bombeck)