And PS tonight I hate my mother, she is being foul, obsessing about her pills, mixed them all up, ruined dinner, acting like we're trying to kill her with giving her the wrong ones, will not just open the compartment marked FRIDAY MORNING or FRIDAY EVENING and take what's inside, Bonnie has NEVER put the wrong pill in anyone's pill dish, ever, Peg now pouring them all out, all the days, a pile on her placemat, saying the only pill she needs is the gout pill, she HAS to take the gout pill, she takes it EVERY night. Yeah right. Confused confused confused and attacking me. Denis has now retreated upstairs, also mad at me.
I now don't give a fuck what pills she takes when, half of them end up on the floor anyway.
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