Losin' My Religion
I suppose it's a good thing to be so busy that I can't really dwell on any one thing right now. Too busy to make a doctor's appointment to find out why I get dizzy and why my vision gets blurred, my hearing goes in and out, and the back-left of my head still feels like someone smacked me with a baseball bat (I didn't write about when the back of my head--you know the little bump at the base of your skull?--swelled up like there was a bratwurst under my scalp. My mom had her worst night right after "The bratwurst" and the left side of my face went numb and my head was pounding, so I just took care of her and assumed I would be fine--I am still operating on that assumption) ; too busy/distracted to do a good job at any of my three callings; too busy to care that my kids' rooms are trashed; and too scattered to be sad that my Mama is now bald...
Mom & Grandpa Bill
Mom had Mark shave off the rest of her hair last night (Tuesday);