gross boby stuff, dementia
I now know what it smells like when my mother shits herself. This happened at least twice in the last week. I'm lucky the smell left my rental car before I had to leave Florida. And it's a good thing I had that rental car, too: I ended up running lots of errands for her, half of which she argued with me about. Perfect weather and a visit to the University Club, Gainesville's only queer bar, don't quite make up for all that.
Greetings from Gainesville, FL, where my sister & I have spent the last three days discovering, cleaning up, and preventing messes financial and logistical that our mother with "mild cognitive impairment" made. Moral: plan for when your parents start declining mentally, and don't hesitate to execute.
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