Every Direction At Once

Mom's health is up, then down, then up, then down again. I get the feeling this is not unusual toward the end of one's life, but it still takes a lot out of me emotionally, which in turn affects me physically. The cold persists and our driveway is iced up since the salters and plows never swung by, so I opted to work from home today and go in tomorrow and Thursday instead. At this point I plan on schlepping my backpack both ways on both days unless I hear otherwise from my brother. I just wish my stomach would stop doing flip-flops and my stress muscle (which is apparently one of the muscles connected to the left side of my rib cage) would stop hurting.