When I talked to my mother yesterday, she said that she wasn't coming because the ct scan she had cost her (probably my grandparents) $650. Then she asked how much it would cost to drive. Probably at least $500, and that's only if you get good gas mileage and can stay with a relative instead of getting a hotel.

Today, I got a message on my cell phone from a collection agency for her. It's been bugging me all day. No matter how many times I lecture her on her life choices, everything just rolls off her abck (I just read that no matter what you do, never use a cliche) and I end up feeling like I've kicked a puppy. And set it on fire. It's an amazing trait. She will be in debt up to her eyeballs and if she gets $20, will give it to one of my siblings. She would give the shirt off her back to anyone and end up in the gutter. I definitely do not have that gene. I'm a worrier.

I've been going back and forth all day. Get involved? Don't get involved? Get involved? Aw, hell! I hate this, this is part of the reason I moved 1200 miles away and I still get dragged into things.