so, i got to bed sometime around 4 this morning. i was finally falling asleep in my massage chair around 5 when i heard something fall in the house. i immediately put my glasses on and started lowering my chair to see what the fuck was up. i turned on the hall light and i saw my mother, flat on her back, in the doorway to her bedroom. i rushed to her and she was still alive, at least. she was sleepwalking, the best term i can think of at the moment, and of course, wasn't near her rollator at all. i had to more or less wake her up into reality, which it took her a good 20 minutes to figure out. i eventually got her back into bed. it didn't appear to me that she was bleeding anywhere or had a concussion, amazingly. i was hoping to go back to sleep, but of course, that didn't happen. eventually, i did get a good nap later in the morning. of course, mom told me when i woke up that she could have got a doctor's appointment at noon, but she didn't want to wake me up. i didn't say anything, but i really wish she would have woke me up. i thanked her for the preview of her death that she is constantly giving me more often these days. that's 3 falls in the last 3 weeks, and 8 falls in the last 3 months. i'm really hoping she can find a neurologist that her insurance accepts so we can figure out what truly is going on. i don't want to have a situation where she dies needlessly and then an autopsy shows it was something that was fucking treatable. so yeah, that has been most of my today. good times.
the Yankees only got two hits last night. thankfully, one of those was a walk off home run from Aaron Judge to win over the Royals, 1-0. that is his 3rd walk off home run this season, tying the team record by Mickey Mantle in 1959.
