I received a call from Janis Stovall at Grace Manor. She said that mom had been swearing and saying she hated her and my sister all morning. Janis told me that mom collapsed to the floor crying at one point, and when they tried to help her she yelled, “Get your f***ing hands off me!”

So that was disturbing.

We talked for a little bit about mom’s finances, and she told me that I needed to reference “Apartment 214” as her account number if I wanted to send them any money so mom could get a haircut or a manicure or anything like that. It was a little strange to be discussing something mundane like that while there are obviously dramatic psychological problems that need to be addressed.

Everything is frustrating and scary these days.