Oh, how I despise Mondays. Especially after a delightful night of tossing and turning with a horrid headache and neckache. Customers are just in rare form today (I swear it's like they know you are not in the mood to deal with idiocy and manage to be as idiotic as humanly possible). Thankfully next week is a short week with the Canada Day holiday.

The visit with Mom on Saturday was just fantastic, as well (the sarcasm practically drips off the computer screen, doesn't it?). She basically believes that the only reason she is in the hospital is because I hoodwinked the doctor into admitting. She just has no awareness of her illness when it comes to the paranoia and delusions and that is a really scary propect. If they cannot provide some sort of therapy to help her change her behaviours and thought patterns, she is never going to get better. ECT and drugs will not "cure" this. The urge to just through my hands in the air and give up and leave her to her own devices is overwhelming. Visiting her just puts me in such an emotional slump that is really hard to pull out of.