so Mom came home today, and in addition to her oxygen making concentrator (which has been here for one day), she comes home with her own oxygen tank. and since my brother, who normally is in charge of things regarding Mom, wants nothing to do with Power of Attorney over any of this, and since I'm the POA for my Dad on this stuff, it all falls to me now. this experience has humbled, and is still humbling my Mom to the point that it has brought her to tears. so, altogether now it is the following:

2 concentrators/compressors (this is the two part machine that makes the breathing oxygen for and fills up the tanks)
4 oxygen tanks (two for each parent)
1 portable concentrator that pops uses, and
1 large emergency oxygen tank holding a three day supply of air

everything that has transpired over the time of these three journals for this end of March has truly been more than a bitch. worst end of March, ever; worst Easter ever, worst After-Easter ever. this shit got so bad, I had to stop playing Splatoon, and I was doing Ranked... I really can't right now, it's that taxing on me. I haven't even been able to find the money gram place that moved so I can pay  bbmbbf for the commission I got from him. if you guys wanna cheer me up, in addition to praying, feel free to draw any feel better art involving my characters, there are pics of them in the gallery. if you do draw them, draw them doing happy, regular stuff.

thank you