Part 1: Love thy neighbor

In which, after spending a Saturday in November at my sister’s Thanksgiving / 60th birthday celebration where Grandma gifted $60, the combo of 1. GRANDMA’S refusal to drink water (“because it makes me have to go to the bathroom”) and 2. MY always-learning-an-elder’s-new-normal-the-hard-way (not sleeping at “home” in her raised hospital bed with oxygen is no longer an option) created a scene on our street when a narcissistic neighbor was inconvenienced by the ambulance called to assess some alarming symptoms.

Thanks for hanging in to the end on that one, there was a LOT to explain. Note to self: Don’t make cartoons so complicated.