T is for Termites

I didn't end up writing yesterday because my mom was at the hospital all afternoon and all night.  On Thursday night, I was in tears because she was so much to handle.  Anyway, T is for termites because on Thursday night I drove over to First Christian Church to see if anybody was there.

I would've gotten out at first, but I had Woofles with me.  This is because my mom insisted that she has prescriptions to pick up from Walgreens. She insisted somebody had called and said they were ready to be picked up from the store.

The phone had not rang and she had not talked to anybody.  I know that she didn't talk to anybody because her cell phone is broken as she fell on it and the screen broke.

So, back to the termites.  Stacy came out to talk to me and try to help me find some resources that might help. I was in the car and it was getting towards dusk.  The termites were starting to come out and being that I was parked near a wooden telephone pole where there was a light, they were attracted near the car.  Stacy was using her cell phone to help me, so they were also attracted to that light.

They would come and hit her skin and she'd feel them.  Poor Stacy even ended up swallowing one of the termites when it came near.

I've still got the list of resources.   Sadly, being that my mom is 52, she doesn't qualify for the ones I could reach.  She has to be 55 or 60 for most of them.

It drives me crazy that the three year age difference makes them not accept her when she needs some type of help.  She is considered disabled and she is on SSI.  She doesn't work.  She doesn't do her crafts like she says she'll do them.

In fact, only when she was in the hospital room (not even in the waiting room in ER or being checked out in triage) did she finally start to act like herself.  Of course, it was good that Briana and I could talk to her, but then, of course, the doctor and the nurses couldn't see how she acts a lot of the time.  Which, honestly, has been the majority of the time lately.