"Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dying"

So, the discussion I had with my mom a couple weeks back wen I visited her at Shady Pines. Sorry, I've been remiss. I guess I should just jot this shit down for posterity. In no particular order (given the conversation wasn't very linear anyway), I'll do word vomit in bullet points:

• Life is full of choices, and right now you have two: Get busy living or get busy dying;
• All of us want what is best for you, whether that means you go home or stay here in the nursing facility;
• NONE of us can do what needs to be done to get you back home--THAT IS UP TO YOU;
• Whether you are able to leave the facility or not hinges directly on you fully applying yourself in your rehab, because if you cannot walk unassisted with your walker, you cannot go home;
• There are many valid points to be made if you stay in the nursing home;
• How you verbally shredded your friend "B" should be a tip off to you that you need psychological help--she's the sweetest person, who didn't deserve your venom;
• If they offer counseling and antidepressants, take them;
• If the antidepressants don't work, keep trying a new medication until you find what works;
• Grandpa has been dead since 2012. Nothing can undo the damage he's done, but don't you want to be as happy as you can? Or at least TRY TO BE?;
• WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, HERE;

Anyway, that's the jist of what I said to her. Whether she processed it or not, who knows. But she's still the same, capricious, manipulator she's always been--hearing what she wants to hear, and telling each of us what she thinks we want to hear.