As I said, Margaret fell in her yard Saturday morning and had to wait a half hour in the cold for somebody to help her. However, she is if anything more determined to stay by herself (or preferably with Dad), even though she says herself, "I've fallen and I'll probably fall again." And even though she clearly needs better nutrition and more physical therapy. I'll keep trying, but I am keenly disheartened.
Also yesterday, a person I had thought of as a dear friend told me to drop dead, only much more firmly and colorfully. Hope that things work out somehow. Can't help but think that things are likelier to get worse than better.
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