Could Things Get Worse? Yes, They Could.

The right finger is even more painful today, after giving it a day off from just about everything. Meanwhile, after one day of operating the mouse at work, my LEFT index finger is killing me. I think I may have found the culprit (glares at mouse.) And using the left hand to mouse has greatly aggravated my left shoulder. And amongst the three of them, I didn't sleep last night. Went to bed at 9:30 and didn't fall asleep until around 4 or so, thus I am running on less than 3 hours sleep. Lovely.

Meanwhile, my younger uncle Rick called this morning. Jim, the uncle in the nursing home, has been moved to a hospice and his condition is deteriorating rapidly. They expect him to pass in the next 48 hours. I didn't think he'd live through the year, but I wasn't expecting him to go so quickly. He's lost all will to live, apparently. So Rick's headed up tonight, and I'm packing up Mom to go up to Williamsport after all, and trying to find a solution to the problem that is CJ - I can't afford to board her, but we won't have room to take her and she's untrustworthy around pretty much anyone other than myself, Mom and my co-workers, and my co-workers are unavailable this weekend. Oh, logistics...

No Improvement

In fact, I'm having even more fun. The new arthritis meds the doctor started me on over the weekend are doing horrendous (and embarrassing) things to my digestive system and my lunch gave me heartburn. Spiffy.

Talked with Rick, apparently the hospice thought Jim would die last night. It's literally any moment now. Sigh.