authored it. I think it's more like for a eulogy.

I did recently. The day before I had my first ever bad blood work revealed, and I woke up with about 50% hearing loss in one ear from the stress of becoming unhealthy, taking care of my dementia-crazed MIL, and managing my adult son's autism. My MIL was losing theability to feed herself, and I suddenly declared "I can't do it." I was just an emotional tirade from caregiver fatigue.

I swear, they started treating me like a criminal like they were one bad word away from calling APS. Then the nurse told me she wouldn't be available for awhile because she was going on a nice weekend trip to the beach. (They know I rarely am able to leave the house.) Just rub it in.