Gramma died on January 19th. She was in in-home hospice for 19 days (we went home from the hospital on the 1st).

My cousin Kaila dropped off food for us on the 5th, and then she came over to stay over on the 6th. She stayed with us until Gramma died, only stopping at her house once. Kaila also called my other cousin, her half-sister Cori and Cori drove through the night to get here early in the morning on like the 7th. Cori used to be a CNA so she was really good at caring for Gramma.

The bed arrived on the 5th, and Mumma had gone home to nap in the afternoon, so I was basically in charge when we were preparing the living room for the hospital bed. I was directing Puppa (who had come home early from work) to move stuff around and I was moving stuff too, but then I was trying to get Gramma to get up from the recliner chair and move to the couch (we needed to move the chair) and it took a lot of convincing to get her awake and respond to me. It was hard to sit there and watch her kind of fall asleep but I was trying to get her attention to move to the couch. Eventually I got her up and we sat on the couch and got the living room ready and then the dude came and assembled the bed.

We got Gramma on the bed and she was very uncomfortable in it. It had the progressive air things to prevent bed sores and only was adjustable by weight, there was no option for more firmness, so Gramma was uncomfortable. I was called at like 3 am to help Gramma to the commode because Grampa couldn’t do it, and it took a long time to get her to the edge of the bed, and then up, and then getting her back onto the bed took a lot. It was really hard to move her on the bed (I learned later that you needed to put the setting to get the bed at max pressure to be able to move people better) and me and Grampa kept having to sit down and take a break in between moving Gramma back into sleeping position. It was awful, and I eventually was back in my own bed at 4:15am.

I actually had sent Grampa to get me some Cousins and when he came back the dude had called to say he was coming with the bed. But I was not going to sit and eat it right then, I needed to get everything ready for the bed. And then after we had gotten everything set up, Kaila (my cousin) had come over with the food she’d made. But I was not hungry.

I think it was that Monday night that we first got the bed, that the Low Pressure light was on and I was trying to fix it, and Mumma was there with Gramma and I was over by the end of the bed trying to call the company but then the light went off, and then it went on again, and then I suddenly got immensely overwhelmed and got teary-eyed.

I didn’t have any dinner. I was talking with Mumma and I said that I was originally going to offer to stay the night but I couldn’t do it anymore. I went home and cried because I felt like I couldn’t help.

I had only a banana and a muffin that day. The next day I had The Liquid Hershey Squirties despite having like no food, and I had it again like the next morning too. I didn’t eat a lot on the 5th, 6th, and 7th. Eventually I got my appetite back.

Then Kaila came over to stay with us on the 6th. Apparently she had called Cori (her half-sister, my other cousin) and Cori left her house in WV in the afternoon and made it to our house (in WI) at like 1am. She said it normally takes 11 hours but she made it in 10.

I remember the original male hospice nurse came over on the 7th in the morning. He just waltzed right into the house. He didn’t seem interested in Gramma at all, he was making conversation with Mumma and then was talking a lot with Cori because she lives in WV and this guy was from PA. He barely paid any attention to Gramma.

He was very concerned with her lack of bowel movements, and told us that he’s seen it when patients have opioid-induced constipation and they get septic, and that a “good, natural” way to relieve this constipation was to roll up vaseline into small balls in sugar, freeze them, and then have the patient eat those. And that it will clear them out, “code brown, I’ve seen it.”

My mom’s therapist told my mom to not use the power of financial attorney paperwork and get it signed by a notary but instead to go through an attorney and look for some specific clause in the house deed. But that required us to try and find paperwork, and Kaila and Cori and Grampa were looking all over for paperwork. The attorney would end up getting the appropriate documents for the house deed and power of financial attorney. I spent most of the time when Kaila and Cori were over here in my room because I was overwhelmed.

I eventually went and got a new title for Gramma’s car, and I needed her signature for two things. I got her to sign them, but she was having trouble writing the date, me and Kaila had to tell it to her and she didn’t quite write it correctly, but it was pretty close and then I wrote the date above it. I got the title from the DMV no problem.

I did a lot of crying on the 7th. Every time I went next door I felt so inadequate at helping I ended up crying as I walked home. Mumma was trying her best to reassure me but I felt awful. I started watching Bluey on the morning of the 8th. I got out of bed for maybe a couple hours to color in a birthday card for Mumma for her birthday on the 9th. I had originally wanted to make another art doll and I had gotten some work on it done but there was no way I’d finish it before her birthday at this point. So I gave her her card on the night of the 8th because I was excited to give it to her. I was crying then too I think, and I hugged Mumma.

The attorney came over on the 9th, and I stayed at home. I overheard Mumma on the phone with her (the attorney) the day before and from what I gather, my surviving maternal uncle was disinherited from the will and barred from making moves on any of Gramma’s assets. I don’t remember ever meeting this uncle (but I have when I was really little) and he hadn’t talked to anyone in the family for a really long time, and he didn’t show his face at his twin brother’s funeral (in 2022). I posted on my Snapchat story “let’s hear it for disinheriting the son from the will.”

I think the last time Gramma ate something was maybe the 10th, maybe oatmeal. I think she had maybe a noodle from when Mumma made gorgonzola for her (Mumma’s) birthday. At some point when Cori was here she gave Gramma a suppository because they had tried the miralax AND the Senna, which previously when Gramma took Senna she’d have a BM within the hour. And neither had done anything, so hence the suppository. I wasn’t over there for any of this discussion, I just heard about it later.

On the 10th I started looking for pictures of Gramma in our photo storage. I only looked in one part because Kaila was over at our house taking a nap during this time.

Gramma was moving a lot between the different chairs and the couch, but she did not want to go on the bed. I think this was on the 9th and 10th, because by the 11th when I came over in the morning Gramma was in the bed. At some point in the night on the 9th or 10th Mumma was called over in the evening because Kaila and Cori couldn’t get Gramma off of the commode anymore. Her legs just couldn’t cooperate. So Gramma was moved to the bed.

Cori had put on music from O Brother Where Art Thou while Gramma was laying. I think her eyes were last open on the 9th or 10th. She was still responding though.

I looked for more photos and scanned them all on the 11th and made a Google Photos album, and then I had Kaila send me some of hers to add to the album.

Apparently on the evening of the 11th after I had left, the doorbell was ringing. Nobody was at the door. It rang again and again, and Mumma asked Gramma something to the effect of “Who is ringing the doorbell?” and Gramma responded something to the effect of “I am” and then Mumma saw Gramma’s hand move up and point forward, and the doorbell rang again.

I came over the next morning pretty early, and I was told about the doorbell ringing. Then Cori went into the bathroom to throw up, because apparently she had been having some problems, and as Cori was puking I got to hear the doorbell. She ended up rining it a couple more times when I was over there, and Erik got at least one of them on video. The doorbell box was also buzzing a bit. I don’t think she rang the doorbell anymore after the 12th.

Around this time we each had some time talking with Gramma to tell her it’s okay to go and sharing some memories. She was mouthing “I love you” when I was talking to her, and then when I mentioned that the giant zit on my forehead from the 1st had finally gone away, she smiled.

Kaila was calling her husband, and she had him tell Gramma he loved her. She called each of her two youngest children to get them to tell Gramma they loved her, and for each phone call Gramma opened her eyes. Then Kaila had her oldest child call and say the same thing, and Gramma opened her eyes and said his name.

The vaseline ball man was over again on like Sunday or something, I forgot which day, but it was when Cori was still here. Mumma had called the hospice on call nurse to ask about medications, and she was told to not give Gramma anything unless she could sit up and swallow it???? What??? Our case manager hospice nurse had explained to us that the two syringes we got were to crush up medication and squirt it into her mouth when she couldn’t swallow anymore. And then vaseline ball man finally got here and he was telling us something else.

Kaila was also looking in the binder we’d gotten and was looking at all the stuff that we were supposed to get or get told that we never did. I’ll write about that part later. And Cori and Kaila and Peg were all bitching about everything to each other before vaseline ball man got here. Kaila left the binder open on the complaint form for the State when he was over here LOL.

So when this guy got here he was being attacked from three angles. He had said something like Gramma was being over medicated because she had more than two fent patches on and it’s like a dose higher than morphine, and that we shouldn’t need to give her any pills more than that.

Mumma was telling him about the two extra patches (so 4 total) that Gramma had on, and this man was going nuts about it, saying that on his logs online that she was only supposed to have two, and he was upset with us. All three of the adult women descendents of Gramma came at this man, so he called the on call doctor.

The doctor told this guy that yeah, she authorized the extra fent patches on FRIDAY and it was now SUNDAY and nobody had updated their logs? Mumma said that she looked at him when the doctor said that, and he was looking at her, and Mumma felt like “See, I’m not talking out of my ass here. Why would I lie about this?” I can’t remember what else happened that day, but that guy left with his tail between his legs. It was basically confirmed that we weren’t overmedicating her, that we were UNDERmediating her. We were literally following the instructions on the medication packaging!

The doctor was also concerned that we didn’t know the difference between agitation and pain. Mumma had to say that she’s been her daughter for 57 years and that she lives next door and sees her every day, so she knows the difference between pain and agitation. Kaila told the doctor that Gramma would cry and say “it hurts, it hurts, it hurts” and you could see grimacing. I’ll talk more about this kind of stuff later.

Cori had to go back on the morning of the 13th. At this point Gramma was laying in bed, not drinking (she was doing some sucking on the sponge on a stick things) and definitely not eating. Her eyes were closed, and sometimes she’d be awake enough to respond to us, but sometimes she’d just mumble.

Kaila and Mumma were having a really tough time changing Gramma, and Kaila was saying that she didn’t know how Cori made it look so easy. Mumma was saying that it was really tough to hold Gramma’s weight up when she was rolled to each side. Gramma’s shoulders were really arthritic already, and they were probably completely full of the pseudomonas infection, so touching her right shoulder at all was really painful, and moving that arm also really hurt.

And it’d been about two weeks since her last blood transfusion. Gramma had Waldenström macroglobulinemia, which is a type of non-Hodgkin lymphoma. Her typical numbers for blood stuff was like a 6 for hemoglobin, and platelets were usually always really low, and white blood cells was 7. Normally a bad number for the white blood cells is like less than 1,000 or something, and she was at 7. The blasts in her bone marrow were at 95%. So once she got the pseudomonas it was basically over.

Starting on the 14th or 15th, Mumma stayed overnight with Kaila next door. Eventually after a while Kaila and Mumma got pretty good at changing her, but they couldn’t hardly touch either shoulder.

I think the CNA finally showed up by this point. I can’t remember if Cori was here or not, but I don’t think she was. Right away when we started hospice (on the 1st) Mumma really wanted help bathing her.

The CNA says she called Mumma and Grampa on Monday the 5th but she didn’t get an answer. This was a lie. Neither phone had a record of a missed call. The hospice agency was never given the home phone number either so there was no way that the call was missed that way. The CNA straight up lied. The hospice team was like “She’s really on top of things” and saying shit to back this woman up. We didn’t hear from any CNAs for that whole first week, and we had to keep asking for help with bathing because nothing was being offered. And Cori was pissed about this, because the bathing is about the dignity of a patient, and the hospice team didn’t seem to give a shit.

Eventually we got a different CNA to show up after Cori left. I wasn’t over there, but I learned that the CNA showed up and asked us where our supplies were. “What supplies?” was the response. Kaila made a list of what this new CNA said we should have received, and apparently we were supposed to have received a basin, a bedpan, and a mouth tray (the kidney shaped one that’s pretty small and shallow).

It kept snowing like every day. I would come over in the morning for a little bit, and then go away and then come back around dinner time. It was like this for the days when it was just Kaila and Mumma. Erik was given time off that whole week so he usually stayed there the whole day and went home at night. By this time I didn’t really cry, but I definitely spent less time over there because I couldn’t really help.

On the 14th or 15th I was over when Kaila and Mumma were changing her and I had accidentally pushed on her shoulder and Gramma started moaning and crying in pain, and then Kaila accidentally bumped her arm too, and she did it again. It was very difficult to help hold Gramma up as they changed her and I really wasn’t doing anything. That was a lot for me to help with, and I wasn’t very hungry after that, but then Grampa went and got baked mastacholi from Michael’s for me so I had that and some bread when I got home. I think I also took a shower. But I was really exhausted after that. I think I was too exhausted to cry even.

On the 16th (my brother’s birthday), me and Kaila went to Costco to get a cheesecake. Kaila wanted to surprise him. We also got some other stuff, and then we needed to go to the Walmart right by the Costco to get some other stuff that they didn’t have at Costco. Kaila kept gassing up this Walmart. She had lived in South Milwaukee and now she lives in Oak Creek, so her Walmarts, usually the clearance stuff is gone right away, and the stores are just smaller.

We also had to stop at Starbucks for coffee. Kaila doesn’t normally go to Starbucks, but she REALLY likes the Sugar Cookie Latte, and all the stores near her house are sold out, but the ones in Waukesha still have the stuff left. She got a venti one and a cheese danish. At the window after we paid we got the pastries right away, and Kaila inhaled the danish before we even were handed the coffee. And once we got the coffee, she finished the whole thing before we were halfway home (granted we were in Pewaukee).

Then when we got home and we’d put all the stuff away, Kaila opened the rotisserie chicken she impulse purchased from Costco and ate both legs right away over the sink. Then I came over with a fork and went digging in there. I was eating so fast that I didn’t chew this one piece and it hurt so bad when I was swallowing it, I had to swallow like three times.

For Erik’s birthday dinner we had dominos delivered and then had the cheesecake. I was so full afterward. I managed to eat my whole pizza and most of the slice of the cheesecake. Kaila had accidentally took the entire bottom off of this one piece when she was putting slices on plates but that was perfect because I don’t like the crust bottom of cheesecake.

To feel productive on the 17th, I took a shower, and then I found both of these crossbody bags and went to return them. I had wanted a crossbody bag in black, so I put one on my Amazon list for Christmas and Gramma had mistakenly ordered two of them, so at least one of them had to go back. I had tried the bag and the strap was both too short to put on normally, and when I tried extending it with an old wallet chain, then the strap was too long. The bag also had this phone zipper bag on the strap that was supposed to go on the chest if you were skinny but because I am so large it was like right by my chin and that was not it.

Anyway I returned both bags at Kohls and once I was inside the building they must have known and a Devo song played right away.

On the 18th, Sister Joann came over. Grandpa’s sister was a nun at the School Sisters of Saint Francis, and her roommate for many many years was Sister Joann. Sister Mary (Grampa’s sister) died a couple years ago. Anyway Sister Joann came over and she had these pamphlets and she led us in a “prayer.” I’m not religious like that, none of my family is. Gramma and Grampa were brought up catholic, and Grampa kept a lot more catholicness into adulthood but Gramma kind of left that away and went toward more Wiccan stuff. But Grampa appreciated the prayer thing, and I just appreciated that there was a pamphlet so I could read the words in front of me. Because at the two other funerals I’ve been to where the recite the Lord’s Prayer (I think it’s called) everyone in attendance just recites it automatically and I found it creepy because I hadn’t really heard it at all ever before in my life because I’m a heathen who has never gone to church. (I jest.)

Sister Joann asked if we had any stories about her or if we needed some time individually for a silent prayer with her, but Mumma told her that we already kind of did that, but Grampa did another one. He told the story of how they met (when Gramma was working at Time Warner on the phones) and it’s a cute story. Maybe I’ll write about it later. And then Joann said something about how they never fought, but Mumma was like, they got into some disagreements before, and told a short story about how Grampa was celebrating his birthday at a bar or something and he was drunk and being a real asshole, and Gramma threw cake in his face. Based.

I came over on Monday morning (the 19th). Gramma’s breathing was now pretty rapid, steadily rapid. Kaila had put something in the microwave while Grampa had something in the toaster. Kaila didn’t know, and apparently she didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to use them at the same time. (I actually don’t know if this is a rule, but I was always told this, and the few times that they were both on at the same time at my house, a fuse blew).

There was some commotion over finding the fuse box at their house, and Erik was trying to stop Grampa from electrocuting himself because Grampa clearly didn’t know what he was doing but he was putting his hands right into all of the switches and stuff, and Erik was calling Puppa to see if he knew about their fuse box but Puppa ended up asking me or Erik to shovel the sidewalk??? And Erik was like, this is kind of an emergency situation, that’s why I called you. I don’t care about the less than 1 inch of snow on the sidewalk right now.

There was some fuse switching going on trying to determine which ones controlled the microwave and the toaster. Then Kaila saw that they were both plugged into one extension cord (a big no-no for two appliances to be plugged into the same Extension cord). We don’t exactly know why they were in an extension cord because there were two wall sockets available for each appliance.

Anyway, we had determined that the power strip had died, and it was nothing to do with the fuse. Kaila was holding it up about to throw it away, showing it to me and Mumma in the sitting room, and either me or Kaila said “it did it’s job” (in reference to the power strip), and I know I definitely repeated it after Kaila said it, and then I said “Thank you power strip” (because I was thanking it for doing it’s job in preventing electrocution or exploding appliances). I think Mumma found that amusing that that was my response to the situation.

I like to think that Gramma heard me say this, saying “thank you” to the power cord that had done it’s job and then died. Because soon after this, she would stop breathing. Eventually Grampa went in there to check on her and he called over Mumma and Mumma called it. Grandpa started crying and I’ve never seen him cry. Kaila came over and started crying, and I think Mumma was pretty teary-eyed.

It was me, Erik, Mumma, Kaila, and Grampa all around her for a bit. Her eyes had opened at this point and they looked glassy. It did seem like her face was really pale. Her eyes had already sunken in in the days before. And her mouth was hanging open. It was a pretty grim sight.

Mumma went into the other room to call the Hospice people, and mercifully it was our case manager nurse who was working so she came over and helped us, and they contacted the funeral home too. I can’t remember if I mentioned it or not, but Gramma had already set money aside for her funeral and cremation (so I guess technically it would be a wake or a memorial service and not a funeral) and had gotten it all sorted with a funeral home already so it was pretty seamless in that regard.

We moved some stuff out of the way to prepare for the funeral home people to take her body. I went upstairs because I definitely did not want to see that. Grandpa wanted to see that, so we let him. We did a lot of calling to let people know.

The excommunicated uncle was informed through his wife, but the wife was still feigning innocence (she is also pretty much excommunicated) but we can say that we did our due diligence and informed his spouse about his mother’s death.

I went home after we cleaned up a bit, and then eventually Kaila left so she could finally go home. She only went home for a couple hours twice in the two weeks she was staying with us so I’m glad she got to go home. Mumma was also feeling relieved at being done caring for her. The hospice people said that that is normal to feel, and the guilt about feeling relieved is also normal.

I don’t remember what all I did that day after that. I think I was working on the art doll. I didn’t do a lot besides that. Then around dinner time me and Puppa went to the grocery store to get a couple things and we got Mumma some ramen and some cereal and she had cereal for dinner. I was pretty hungry so I made us stop and get Culver’s. We got some food for Grampa too.

The next day (Tuesday) we started moving Grampa’s chair back into his corner so he could watch TV. We did a little bit of cleaning of the sitting room in the morning, but then Mumma and Erik went to go pick up this rug off some woman from Facebook Marketplace in Caledonia. Mumma really wanted this new, lighter rug for our house, and I think it was good for her to get out of the house. I distracted Grampa by asking to go for a short drive and then I had him feed me. I think the rest of the day I worked on the art doll and laid in bed.

The next day (Wednesday) Mumma and Erik were doing some work cleaning up the sitting room again, and Erik was working in their basement, making space on the ground so we could actually use it. Their basement was pretty disgusting and unorganized. Erik also apparently found a mummified rat corpse. So glad I didn’t have to see that. Or maybe Erik was organizing the basement the day before on Tuesday. But on Wednesday morning me and Mumma went to return stuff to Kohls and Torrid. I also wanted to stop at Hobby Lobby to get some final things for the art doll, but Hobby Lobby didn’t have the right size silver bells so we left empty handed.

I went to Michael’s to get the bells and beads, and Mumma, Erik, Kaila, and Grampa went to the funeral home meeting to go over the plans for the service. I had already determined that I didn’t need to be there so I stayed out of it. They left for their meeting at 1pm (scheduled for 1:30pm) and they finally got home at like 4:30pm.

Turns out, DURING the meeting at the funeral home, Kaila’s middle child was busted for having sex in the bathroom at SCHOOL! They are in EIGHTH GRADE! I cannot IMAGINE what Kaila must have been feeling. She was still recovering from the mental and physical exhaustion from caring for a dying person and then having them die and then planning their funeral. And then during planning their funeral you find out one of your children had done this.

I still don’t know all of the details, but from what I heard, this girl (the girlfriend) is absolutely insane and definitely pressured him into it. Kaila had told him to stop seeing her because she’s crazy. This girl decided they would swap phones on Fridays (???) and apparently this girl texted Kaila saying that “Oh Isaiah says you’re such a bad mom but I don’t think so, I can try and talk to him for you if you want” (???). And from what I heard, this girl was saying “C’mon, let’s do it, I want to get married, I want to have babies” and Isaiah was saying “No, I’m a man of god, I want to wait until marriage,” so I don’t actually know if they had sex or not, I hope to god they didn’t but I don’t know. They were caught on camera both going into the bathroom, and classmates told on them also. I don’t know man.

This is astronomical miles away from any miniscule drama I was even aware of during my middle and high school years. I have no frame of reference and I have no idea what to even say to him when I see him next. No clue.

Yesterday I cleaned off the top of the roll-top desk in the sitting room, and I cleaned out some of the drawers, and I helped clean out the bookcase in the sitting room as well. I was told that’s all I had to do. Grampa was watching me while I did it, and he does worry too much.

Like dude just sit there and let me do what I need to do, stop thinking so far into the future. He was doing this to Mumma too. He’ll pick something he sees in the vicinity and be determined to solve that problem Immediately. Mumma was trying to do something else, and Grampa kept asking about where this decorative egg was going to go. Like, that’s not what she was focused on at all, and it was really not important in the moment. She took it away so he would stop asking about it.

So I was dumping stuff from drawers into boxes and he kept talking about going through it and I said, “we have already determined that we are just putting all the crap into boxes right now and we’ll go through it later. We aren’t sorting it right now, nothing is getting thrown away. Just put away” and we have to keep telling him this. And he’s been making all these comments about how “we weren’t homemakers” or “Kate was a pack-rat” or “we have so much stuff” or “we haven’t cleared that in 30 years,” as if he’s apologizing for the mess or amount of crap we got to clean up and go through later. These comments aren’t helpful! Hearing them when I’m trying to focus on cleaning it up makes it harder to clean it up! None of us are judging you or her about your dirty house and all of the crap everywhere. We are over here helping because it needs to get done, and we are right here willing to do it. We are doing a little bit each day.

I guess I understand that that’s his way of dealing with the emotions or trying to be helpful in this situation where he feels helpless not only about Gramma’s death or that me, Erik, Mumma and Puppa are over there a lot helping clean up and he just can’t clean very much anymore. But I am still allowed to find it frustrating.

Mumma is also concerned about feeding him dinner. She said she feels like she has to spoil me and take care of him right now. I think it gives her a feeling of control also. But she is also exhausted at everything she’s doing all at the same time.

Right now Mumma is over there with Kaila going through the kitchen. I had already confirmed with Mumma that I will not be over there helping because that’s too much for me. I think I would have a meltdown immediately. We also told Grampa to stay out of it because he would be worse than me. I have more of like a shutdown, and I am pretty quiet when I am overwhelmed, but he tends to be more explosive in the moment, and I don’t see that a whole lot and I find it frightening. So he said he would get a start on going through the crap on Gramma’s side of the bed.

Mumma and Kaila had decided before Gramma died that they would do the kitchen first. Mumma was also saying that she wants to do the stuff in the areas where people spend the most time first; the areas where people live in. Then you aren’t living in the dirty places while you clean other places you don’t go. I don’t think Grampa has grasped this concept yet, and Erik kind of doesn’t. I don’t know, maybe he does. He helps move stuff and clean when Mumma tells him that we’re working on this area today, but he also chose to buy shelves and bins from Menards and clean up the basement all on his own volition, and he did an amazing job at that. There is space to walk around and space to potentially put boxes of crap we need to go through later.

We aren’t going to do a lot of moving right now because it’s so fucking cold. Yesterday (Friday) all of the schools in my area were closed because it was so cold. A wind chill of -41deg fahrenheit. It was -11 this morning. So yeah, trying to do stuff that is all inside. One of the big things we finished today was moving Grampa’s computer desk from the back hall up into the sitting room. The back hall is right next to his garage and it gets awfully cold down there. He has a heater next to his chair, but I think Mumma had already decided that his computer would go in the sitting room. I think there are plans to hang a blanket in the doorway from the kitchen to the back hall like we have at our house to keep the warm air in the living areas and keep the cold in the less insulated areas.

After they are done with the kitchen we (Mumma, Kaila, Grampa) are going to go over the obit draft I put together. Writing an obit is hard.

There is more I want to write about, like the notes I was taking during the entire process, and maybe structure that whole thing into tips for others or something. I don’t know. And I want to write about all of the failings as well. I’ll have to ask Kaila and Mumma about that to see if I need to add anything.

Oh I started Finch the other day. So far I’ve actually washed my face a couple times when I normally would not have! Anyway I wanted to put something out with an update. I’ve been meaning to, but right after I put my last post about having a good day, everything went to shit.

Also remind me to write about how we asked to get rid of vaseline ball man, and he was replaced with Ted Bundy before we had to replace him also. And how Gramma kept peeing. In addition to the other stuff from my notes. And how I have to go back to work on Monday and IDK how to feel about that.

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