I got a phone call that my aunt had fallen and broken her hip. I had to race to the hospital and then race back to the assisted living place to retrieve her medications and then back to the hospital. They were something the hospital didn't stock.
A few days later I did see my sister, for the last time before she died. I would have been with her the night she passed but the roads were treacherous and I have very bad night vision. I headed out the next morning and what should have been a less than 30 minute drive took over twice as long. Half of the drive I couldn't even be sure I was on the road.
I loved my Aunt but she was VERY high maintenance and wouldn't cooperate with any of the physical therapy so she was released from the rehab center and sent back to assisted living. I was juggling the grief over my sister with the worry and stress over my aunt and mom, who had late stage Alzheimer's. She died 3 weeks later.
Yea, this is a really rough time of the year and now it's compounded by the fear of the incoming regime. I feel constantly exhausted.