This morning, I had a meeting with the nursing home staff. It didn't go great. Then it got worse. Fuck me. I met with Kamal, whose title eludes me. He did the "intake" interview. Here's how it went down. We met in the lobby then went to his office. He asked if my mom wanted to be part of the discussion and I said no. You know why? Read this, this, and this. (She says … [Read more...]