Well, That Didn't Go As Planned

 I put off going to my mother's house. I stayed in pj's and took some pain meds. I decided when my husband got home, he could go with me to help.

My mother came here.

She had been in a car accident. She said they ran a red light, and then left the scene. The police never showed up.

I have since learned that was not true. She side swiped a car, probably because they were on her left side and she is blind in her left eye.

It is extremely difficult to get any information out of her. She simply will not answer my questions. She pretends she can't hear. She changes the subject. She answers to what she believes I should have asked, rather than what I actually said. She lies. She changes her story mid sentence.

There are witnesses. At least one called the police. At least one officer came to the scene. She left before anyone could talk to her. 

Because I was dealing with the accident and trying to find out what happened, I did not empty the trash. The house smells bad again. Rotting food is everywhere. At one point, while I was on the phone, mom walked off and I didn't know where she went. I started walking too, praying I was headed in the right direction. I found her at the closest neighbor's house. He's a cop. This turned out to be a blessing because his buddy worked the accident.

The truck's bumper is pressed against the tire. I think she might still try to drive, so I had my husband disconnect the battery. We both told her not to drive. But she drove from the accident to my house, so she probably thinks the truck is fine. 

The earliest appointment I could get with the body shop is in two weeks. I am super happy about this. I'm just going to pretend like the truck was damaged in the accident, so now it won't start. I may pretend it is totaled. 

Today she seems fine. She is her usual grumpy, hateful self. She still wouldn't answer questions. She still blames the other driver. Since trying to inquire about any injuries or soreness she may have was like arguing with a pile of bricks, I gave up and went home. I didn't try to clean today either. The trash truck had already run when I got to her house anyway. 

I suppose now I must go over daily. This is depressing. 

That's all I got at the moment. Blessed be, my dears. Stay tuned for more episodes of Mom, The Boomer Bitch, Makes Everything Difficult.