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I have never been so exhausted in my entire life.

Just spent just about the entire day at the nursing home. I received a phone call at about half past two in the afternoon from the head nurse, telling me to get my ass there immediately. I then tweaked and couldn't think straight enough to even speak in full sentences. My boss decided to have someone else drive me, much to my relief.

I got there and was told that they (the medical powers that be) don't think my mother is going to last past Monday. The official words were, "It could happen at any time and I would be surprised if she made it to Monday."

Many phone calls were made, siblings were summoned. Plans were also put into effect to have her transferred to the inpatient hospice facility that I had prattled about a few days ago. The one that only accepts people who have ten days or less to live. My mother's doctor put her okay on it.

In the event that she can't be in that facility, I'm still moving her somewhere. The new room she was put in at the nursing home sucks, to be quite honest. It's not private. It's small as all fucking hell. There's no phone. And it feels like a goddamn African rainforest in there, it's so hot.

It was ordered that I not go into work tomorrow. Take it from the one who was at work when she received the call her mother died. Stay home.

I don't know what's happening.
All I know that this is what Hell must feel like.