now been gone nearly 45 minutes. I just couldn't go back in until I calmed myself down. I was so angry about moms’ living arrangements I was having trouble concentrating on anything else. I had threatened to have mom transferred to another facility due to the unavailability of the private room and was told that they simply didn't have one. So, now I had a decision to make and I didn't want to make it for the wrong reasons.
I laughed at myself for not thinking to ask mom what she wanted before I went on this rampage; for having to remind myself that, although her back and her knee had been through some pretty major stuff, for the most part her mind was fine.