I knew in my gut that mom's party would upset her routine. It did. Sunday, and she's texting me just before 7am. By 9am her text reads "aren't you getting my texts?" And 10 minutes after that she's calling me and crying. Where are you? More crying Why aren't you helping me? Because I'm at Walmart.
She gets herself SO worked up that she gulps air, and belches like a sailor the rest of the day, and then wonders why she doesn't feel good. I've tried to teach her relaxation techniques, how to do deep breathing, but nope, she insists that she can't do that, can't control it.
I sat with her for two and a half hours, took her outside, pushed her to the postal center to collect her mail. She refused to go to lunch. I finally left, but had to go back at 6pm because she was still worked up.
If I don't get my own stress under control, mom could outlive me and then what???
This sucks.
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