Today got fucking weird and intense. My mom slept until like 3 because she apparently ate a fuckton of edibles the night before. She desperately wants to stay indefinitely, but I told her we cannot deal with that stress right now. So now maybe she’s renting a room? Idk. All I know is I feel guilty and that when I shouldn’t have to worry about any of it.

My body continues to deteriorate. It’s scary. I see the nurse tomorrow. I’m trying to decide if I want to transfer my care to the hospice house so that I can just relax.

Oh my friends brought me by a sweet new (to me) eagle cane they found at a flea market. I’m calling him Clyde.