If ever there was a day...

...today will be the day I end up smacking a bitch.

Because my life isn't complete without family-related stress (and because it's been at least a couple of days since I was ready to scream), now I have mom in the hospital. She's diabetic, and last night (while we were at the gym, and not in cell phone range, of course) her sugar kept dropping, and she wasn't feeling well, so she went to Good Sam, and the ER doctor, who bluntly told her it was to prevent lawsuits, decided to keep her overnight for observation, since she is a cardiac risk. Don't know when she's getting out, or how the labwork came back yet.

Add to this, I get the unmitigated joy of taking Grandmom to her cardiology appointment this morning, something I'll have to get off work super early for. If she gives me grief about being late, I'ma kick her shins.

And, of course, tonight's the night I'm leading New Moon. I'm not loving the potential for the new year so far. *kick*

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Crisis averted. Mom's fine and home. She's not been eating well and had fallen off the WW bandwagon, and so they put her on glucose medicine. Then she started eating better, and her sugar fell really low. So, no more med. Continue eat right. Mom, good.

T no sleep. Arrr.