It Is My Businesses

Hello Everyone:

Had a bit of mama drama today.  Mum's been having some difficulty breathing and wound up calling the paramedics, again.  They dutifully came over, checked her out, and found nothing with her, again.  However, what really bothered me was the way she kept trying to send me away, insisting it was none of my business.  Rubbish, of course it's my business when paramedics or whoever other medical provider show up at the apartment.  She erroneously thought I was going to send them away, telling them she was faking her symptoms.  I just stood my ground and shared with the paramedics any relevant information and wish them a good day when they left.  After which, mum got mad because she thought I was trying to speak for her.  I understand where she gets this.  Time and time again, doctors have spoken to me instead mum and I had to remind them that I'm not the patient.  Later I went into mum's room and explained to her why I have to be in the room.  I also expressed my concern about her mental health but she told me to back off.  Fine, I can respect that.  I asked her if she had someone she could confide in, she does.  Okay, concerns eased for now.  I still have to plan ahead for myself.  The virus has thrown a very large spanner in the works so I have to just do whatever I can.  Anyway, mum wants me to join her for supper.