After six days in the hospital, my mother is back home. She was absolutely miserable in that place. She couldn't get a decent night's sleep, they wouldn't let her use the bathroom on her own, and kept her on a liquid diet half the time. And when she was finally released, the hospital lost the cane I gave to her. Which she's furious about, and wants them to find it. I want to go over to the hospital to get my mother's cane back, but it's snowing today. Not sure if I can risk the roads.

From what I know, my mother had both critically low potassium and sodium. I'd heard Pancreatitis was also a factor, but she denied this. Either way she still needs a cane to walk. I lent her mine. I keep one for if I get hurt. Was a big help when I hurt my back a few years ago.

My evil sister visited our mother once in the hospital, and she showed up at 1:00 AM. And the whole time she was there, she made herself the victim. Oh, our mother is very ill and nearly died, but my sister is the real victim here because she's a drunk and drug addict in severe denial. What a bitch! That's not even where this ends. My sister texted me from a new number asking for her tax papers that were mailed to us. We had them for some time, but she never came to get them, so they got thrown out. Then two days later my sister texted me an absolute novel of a text in which 80% was about making herself the victim, and the rest was passing the blame on others. And she had the nerve to end it with saying she loved me. I did not reply back.