I imagine it's one of those common things no one ever likes to admit, right? Mom is in a rehab center right now. I honestly thought it'd go way differently than it has. I imagined her making friends, chatting with people, maybe doing this or that. But instead it's been dreary (and it's no fault of the place or the staff either). Like today, I brought her some brand new clothes and her favorite candy and she barely acknowledged me with more than a mutter. It was so discouraging.
I don't mean to say I'm not going to visit anymore or that I blame her, I owe her everything and I'll keep fighting the good fight for her even after she's gone. But right now it just feel like a chore. Every day it's doctors and nurses and aides and social workers and talk about hospital beds and her latest antics, it's mentally crushing me. In fact I'm thinking about not even bothering to go tomorrow but I know I'll cave from the guilt and the concern like I always do. But it really is ruinous and I never thought it'd get as depressing as it has. Sigh.