I don't know why they are so mean to her - Poppy the rooster will zip across the full length of the yard to flog her and a couple of the hens will gang up on her as well. Poor Pat just lays there with her eyes closed and takes everything they throw at her. When she sees me she runs as hard as she can to get to me - sometimes she will literally jump / fly into my arms.

She does wheeze sometimes when it is extremely hot or after the big flock has assaulted her - so I don't know if they sense she is sick or something? But she is the sweetest little hen I have ever had, so she will be sitting fat and happy and they can all be sent to the dumpling pot! my poor sweet Pat.
My mom. I don't know what is going to happen there. I have sent very angry, but polite, emails to the CEO and the Manager of Patient Care and Safety. Since it is the weekend I figure it will be another day or 2 before I hear anything.
I told my mom if she doesn't make more progress over the next couple of days we are going to have to call an ambulance to come take her to the ER (at a GOOD hospital) and hopefully they can help her get to a rehab. She is at a point where she can stand with her walker for literally just seconds. That is the only way we can change her nasty sheets so she doesn't have to lay in her own filth - she can't get up to go to the bathroom.

. I just don't know.
Yesterday she told me she was getting scared and depressed. I have never in my life heard my mom admit to depression.
She is still very alert and coherent, so I am trying to respect her wishes for a while longer about not going to the ER - but this isn't going to go for long. This morning I made her a real breakfast (my dad does cereal lol) of eggs, bacon and toast and served it on a bright green real plate instead of a paper one. I made her coffee how she likes it and sat with her a few minutes while she ate.
We changed her sheets and I let Rio go back to visit her.
I will use my lunch hour tonight from work to go get a pork roast and some veggies ready for the crockpot tomorrow. I think I am going to take the potatoes back to her room and ask her to help me peel them so she can be involved - she has always kind of found her identity in cooking for and feeding people (thus me having weight loss surgery and her being too heavy to stand).
I am really worried and exhausted.
ETA - we had our first frost last night!! I covered my little raised bed of cabbage and broccoli with straw and then a sheet. I'll have to remember to cover them again when I go home to cook. And with early frosts I have to dig out the bucket and apple juice to make sure my old mare gets plenty of hydration.
drama drama