Lunch with mom
I dropped G at the airport and the Bean and I went and had lunch with mom today. She is thankfully looking and feeling much better than she has been. This seems to be a pattern with her – one slip on her health-a-meter leads to a downward spiral that looks like it might keep going, then she bounces back and goes back to her normal state – which isn’t great, but it seems to have an amazing capacity to endure.
Our lunch talk centered around work – she never feels as if she is doing enough. I told her by virtue of the fact that she gets up every morning and drives one hour to take care of 150 geriatric patients who are verbally abusive or catatonic is in and of itself heroic. She doesn’t believe it. She just sees so much that needs to be done, so much she didn’t accomplish, and she drives an hour home feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders.
And I wonder where my neurosis comes from.