I was doing SoWell. The food poisoning jump-started my weight loss and healthy eating, so that was a good thing in an odd sort of way. Then my Mom and Beach Jacket both had trips to the ER that flipped me out. Mom is totally a zombie from her Alzheimer's with severe regression in the last four weeks, so I made her a first-available appointment on Monday. Beach Jacket is in severe pain from the injury that she sustained when she was on the MIT basketball team (she was a walk-on -- got accepted for academics, not basketball), and the first available appointment at the new doctor at Emory is April 16.
For me, it has been one step forward, a kajillion steps back.