It's that time of year, when all the holiday cheer makes me wanna sing and tear my hair out.

This is the first Christmas season even that I have identified so strongly with Old Ebeneezer Scrouge:
BAH HUMBUG.

I am looking forward to a few quiet days with my family and I am dreading the responsibilities I have to the elderly amongst us.  I realize that my ministry and my desire to be feed spiritually are two different things.  However, I also believe there time when you must simply bow your head and take to the task at hand.  Even if it is very difficult.

The week of Christmas we will move my MIL to  nursing home here in Pflugerville.  She if very freaked out about it all and calls to cry.  I feel bad but this is just what we have to do now.  She cannot care for herself  and her money for assisted living is almost gone.  We have to find a place that will transition her to medicaid.  I think this place will be fine.
My aunt, on the other hand, has a broken hip compliments of Rufus the big red dog.  She was misdiagnosed for two weeks and finally I took her the ER on Wednesday and we sat there until they listened.  They did an MRI and guess what?  She has a broken damned hip.  So, tomorrow she should be released to the rehab center that is over on Heatherwilde.   We will have to keep an eye on her care level there.
And then, I ITCH. am having horrible rashes and the doctor in er this morning just grunted and handed me prednisone.He was awful.  Here is it, night time again and my arms are on fire.   I wish I could say I glow with the Spirit in my but actually, I think it's vaseline