No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Today was not a good day for either the Aged Parent or the Middle Aged Child. Mom was in a good deal of pain from her arthritis, and did not eat much. When she doesn't eat, it seems to increase her 'hospital psychosis'. I had posted three photos of Penny on the wall across from her bed. Mom asked, at one point, why I had posted a photo of Joan Rivers in between two photos of the dog. At another point, she was moaning and seemed to be in a good deal of pain. I asked her to tell me what was wrong, to which Aged P. replied "no, I do not want to'. So, I began to laugh, and was rebuked.

At that point, I was happy to leave for the official eviction of Mom's second floor tenant. The Building Manager couldn't make it, so I filled in, meeting the locksmith and City Marshal, signing the official papers, and asking the locksmith for advice. It just seemed absurd, being dragged away from Mom's bedside to deal with this nonsense. Between the home health care aides, who were directing me on how to help my Bedridden Mother, and filling in for the Building Manager, it struck me that I am doing other peoples' jobs and not earning a penny. It's time to go back to work.