The "ick" factor was not as high as I feared (because my dad had cleaned the bucket from the potty chair), but my mom is in much worse shape than I imagined. She can't move. My dad has been wheeling her around on an office chair with great difficulty. I knew that she couldn't walk to the bathroom, but I assumed that she could climb in and out of the office chair, the potty chair, and the bed. That is not the case; we had to lift her. My dad has been doing this by himself for three days. (Jack came by, but she was in the chair when he was here.)
This is inhuman. She should be in the hospital or in a nursing/rehab facility. Her knee is really messed up. All they've done is call their PCP and get an appointment for Wednesday afternoon. She's not going to be able to get into the car. She needs a wheelchair, but they didn't even get that ordered before the appointment (because someone forgot something).
Two weeks before our wedding, my husband's parents called to tell him 1. they weren't coming and 2. he shouldn't marry me. Since then, I have gotten along with them about as well as you might think. PS They died hating me and disinherited my husband. PPS None of this is made up. None of it.
And now, Primo is running for state-level public office. And - it's not fun. For either of us.