It feels like I'm stuck in a "magic realism" LOOP from HELL.
My dreams are ridiculous, and every morning I wake up HOPING that the last six months have been a bad dream.
We are at the end of the line with Mom. She went into the hospital on 3/6 with ANOTHER urinary tract infection and RIDICULOUS DEHYDRATION... AGAIN... in the span of 10 days, from the Nursing Home/Rehab... and they are VERY VERY lucky that they were able to put her things downstairs so that I did not have to go to the third floor, deal with their apathy/suck, and then punch someone in the FACE.
*edit in ridiculous amounts of neurology/medical physiology and the fact that my poor Mother has been like a case on House and there is just NO CAUSE yet*
Mom's neurologist is amazing. But they've done EVERYTHING. The big guns steroids, imminuglobulins, anti-virals and antibiotics came out to "play" and there has been no true improvement.
We are making some pretty big decisions as to WHERE, not IF, Hospice care will be happening.
I really wish I could wake up from this nightmare.