It's late

Trying out the Blogger app on my iPhone. I'm in bed, Greg is asleep, and Alabama is cuddled up next to me. I have been crying and worrying and even panicking a lot the past few days, but now that I know that plans are made and bosses have been called and the alarm is set for us to be up at six and out on our way at seven I'm a lot calmer.

I do think Mom will be there in the hospital tomorrow when we arrive, and I'll see her and hear her voice and be able to speak to her.

My fear is that if I don't go now I won't have the chance later. I don't know if that's valid or me just freaking out, she's got injuries but no illnesses. But she's just declined so drastically since we were there three weeks ago, and she's apparently having such trouble walking and even sitting up, it's weird, and frightening.

Everyone here is asleep but me. I just wonder how Mom is feeling right now. I hope she's comfortable, and sleeping, too. She's so frail.

Mom fell again, and cracked two vertebrae. She's in the hospital. She doesn't seem to be doing well, and I'm scared. Tomorrow morning Greg and I are driving up there.