Mom: worse than any of us thought

My Good Sister called me this morning to pass on my Evil Sister's* account of her call with Mom yesterday. Mom was looking high and low for GS & me, wondering where we were. We're not supposed to fly in until Saturday, which we've been telling her for weeks. As I sat on the E line, we strategized. We need to find out:

1. Who her primary care doc is. GS points out she should have prescription bottles lying around.
2. Whether she's still seeing a cardiologist, and if so, who. Remember, the last time she got this addled she needed stents put in her heart.
3. Who her lawyer is. Springing power of attorney for GS seems to get more urgently necessary by the day.
4. Mom claims she took (springing?) medical power of attorney from ES and gave it to me. I have no paperwork, only a vague memory of Mom's word; I don't specifically remember the words "power of attorney", which would have been a big deal. GS wants to root through Mom's safe deposit box for it.

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I got back to my happy place by doing birthday stuff: I've just placed what I expect to be the largest sushi order I'll ever make, both by quantity and price.



*It's starting to seem unfair to call ES the Evil Sister, but she still hasn't made any amends for treating me like shit. Ex reminded me the other day of the bizarre accusations that ES made against her.
That's right: according to ES, Ex made me trans. My sisters never had a clue how their clothes mysteriously ended up damaged when they were in high school.