So Monday, I got a call from my stepdad... "Your mom can't stand up on her own, and she's really out of it. I think she may have had a stroke." I rushed over there and helped him get her in the car, since he refused to call 911.

She couldn't stand up, her legs kept collapsing out from under her. Her entire body was shaking in little tremors that he hadn't noticed... She couldn't make a fist. She couldn't hold a drink but she was terribly thirsty. She was barely aware of her surroundings.

It wasn't a stroke, thankfully. What it is, though, is something called rhabdomyolysis. Her muscles are devouring themselves. The proteins they released into her bloodstream caused kidney failure. A few rounds of dialysis have kick-started her kidneys, but she'll probably be in the hospital for a while, and then they want to put her in an assisted living facility for a while, to get everything under control. See, the cause of this whole thing is that she was on so many medications that she was too wonky to manage her own medicine. So she was taking too much, and it caused the rhabdomyolysis.

Also, on Monday, my grandfather was in the hospital for a heart examination, and my grandmother got into a car accident, totaled her car and broke her hand. Yesterday, my stepfather and my uncle both had tests done to determine the real extent of their back damage and how feasible a surgical solution is. My other uncle is closing on a house tomorrow, if they finished repairing the roof that collapsed on Monday.

Tuesday, the hard drive in Kat's computer gave up the ghost, and entire architectural paradigms at work got respecified, so a large chunk of the last year of development is almost entirely out the window.

So yeah.

I'm done now, ok?