Ugh.  It feels like it’s been a long day already, and it’s not even noon.

I got home from taking my mom to the hospital for her injection early enough to do that outside cat stuff, so I got a bit of feline therapy for stress reduction.

It was much appreciated.

Nasty Crime Boy was even extra friendly today, gracing me with licks and love bites on the fingers; his way of showing affection.  Butterscotch and Rolando Moon all let me pet them, too.

I think I’m ready for a nap.

The trip with my mom was fast.  I got there early and she let me put her brace on, which is a huge step forward.  Then she got in my van and tried to take the frog off my dash.  It didn’t come off (yay Fun Tack!).  Instead I got yelled at for worshiping frogs, being brainwashed by negative and evil people, and how things like frogs and snakes are ugly, therefore they are of the devil.  I should have Jesus things on my dash, and not worship frogs.  I told her I don’t worship icons.

Thankfully, that didn’t last long and we didn’t talk at all for most of the trip in.

Once at the hospital, she didn’t even have to leave the waiting room.  A nurse came in and gave her the injection right there, and we could leave right away.  I did confirm we’re coming back tomorrow.  Her eye is looking better, but I can see a couple more days of this.

Which is not making my mom happy.

If she were unhappy because it’s hard on her body, or she’s tired (and I can see that it is taxing on her, physically) and so on, that would be great.  But that’s not what she complains about.  It was back to wanting a second opinion and eventually got around to the doctor not being able to speak English well (she speaks English just fine; she just has a strong accent) and other criticisms of the doctor herself.  It’s all about race.

*sigh*

Even when I got her home, her racism came out, all because of a stamp on some mail she got, honoring a black woman.  I even looked up who she was and read out some of her accomplishments, but nope… that just made it worse.

*sigh*

I was glad to leave.

Maybe tomorrow she will be better.

I’m going for a nap.  After I get some more fur therapy.

The Re-Farmer