A tale of Michelangelo and my mother’s dementia

If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

Distractions so upset the rhythm of one’s workday. 

This week it was a whopper. I was messaged from the US that my 93-year old mother had fallen and was being taken to hospital with a suspected fractured hip. 

Meanwhile, I got three simultaneous calls for telehealth consults. If that doesn’t throw your game off, nothing will.