Made my plane reservations

My mom had the tube taken out of her throat today and was in quite a mood from what I understand. My step-father and step-sister were there to absorb the brunt of her foul mood. Over the course of the last day or so she has indicated that she would like to see me. My brother was there the other day and my sister is making some arrangements to visit as well.

Today I booked a flight leaving Sunday night and returning Thursday evening. I'd have liked to stay longer with her, but I can't afford not to be working both weekends. I've had a headache all day and I'm a bit stressed about the whole thing. I've seen my mom in the hospital many times through the years, and it's never easy. I always thought my job was to be the comic relief. Hitting on the nurses, filling out my own perscriptions and doing some parlor tricks in various off limit areas of the hospital. I'll never forget the the look on a my moms face when I performed an impromptu cut and restored IV tube that contained her pain medication.

If it's not easy being green, just imagine how it feels to be black and blue. Well, hells bells. . . . got to do, what I got to do.

Last night at the session I asked Steve if he could check in on Buster while I'm gone. I've decided to let Buster stay at home alone while I am gone. He's a big boy, and this is a good trust building opportunity for him. Besides with the ankle bracelet that Steve will be putting on him from the police station I should be able to keep pretty good tabs on him.