My neighbor from whom I literally hide pounded on my door today. I opened it because I thought she would want to know about Momma.

Instead I got a lecture about how Momma's better off dead than the two of us who are still living, and it went downhill from there.

She had a few things to say about my friend Cher, some more to say about Momma and my reaction to her death, and informed me that I look pregnant and sick and that my Drs don't know what they're doing. She has no idea how I feel or what's happening to my health. If I was healthy I wouldn't be on disability and I sure wouldn't be living here!

The only reason I did not slam the door in her face was because her wheelchair was too close the the door and I might have hurt her feet.

I still have no word about the arrangements. I hope I can find something out tomorrow. I have an endoscopy scheduled for the 27th and I hope and pray the service is not on that day, or at least that it will be early enough that I can attend fasting and then go to the hospital. We'll see.

Hugs,

Jan