Tough Day

I think clocks run slower in hospitals. I had the early shift this morning at St. Vincents because we needed to make sure we talked to the doctor, so I was there by 7 a.m.
There's no way of knowing when the doctors make their rounds so you have to "be there".  I'm not dissing doctors because they have a lot on their shoulders. But I'm just saying.......
At any rate, I had to be the mean son today. Mama thought she'd be going home this morning, but as it turns out, she'll be doing three weeks of therapy at the local nursing home/rehab center.
To say she was unhappy would be an understatement. She cried, which broke my heart. I've faced a lot of situations in my life that were unpleasant. I've had to do things I didn't want to do, but I sucked it up and did what had to be done.
All that being said, there is nothing that cuts deeper than a mother's tears.
There were five of us kids. I had a brother and sister older and a brother and sister younger. I was stuck in the middle. Both my brothers, and my father died too young. I'm the only surviving male in our immediate family.
My mother lives with my older sister who sacrifices a great deal so that my mom can have a good home. But whenever there is something difficult that must be done, she looks to me to help. In the scheme of things I think it's the least I can do to help.
At any rate, it's been a tough day, but I know tomorrow will be better. Jilda and I are heading up to Lynchburg early in the morning to play a few songs on The Old Time Radio Show. We've played there several times with our friend Steve and it's always a lot of fun.
I hope you all have a great weekend.