About my Mommy (again, sorry)

Mommy had a very bad day yesterday. That was until she finally got home (another doctor). It was wanting to rain, but she missed all of the raindrops. No she didn't necessarily feel bad.  It was just one of those days when mommies say they would have rather stayed in bed. Now, I think mommies should stay in bed when ever they want to, but she means everything just went wrong all day.
That meant this morning spending a lot of time on the phone concerning her request for a wheel chair. And getting madder and madder and more upset until she wanted to just give up and forget the whole thing. It has been three weeks and she is no closer to getting it than day one. She shuffles around here so she doesn't fall, holds on to walls and doorways and other stuff and uses her cane, and makes sure I'm not in her way when she walks. She still is trying.  But it is certainly hard to hear that she fell getting into her bank building, or in her own health store at her clinic even using her walker. She doesn't want to go anywhere for fear of falling again.  She doesn't want to break something when she falls (I mean a bone). Why can't people understand this and make the process of getting a wheel chair as simple as they can? And the language as simple as they can. And understand that older people are old and not entirely stupid, just out of their element.
I feel so sorry for her. She gets so upset. She is so unhappy. She was trying everything she could think of (changing meds, talking to her doctors, being overly cautious) and still she is falling.  A wheelchair seemed like the correct answer. It still does. But it sounds like no one else thinks so.
I am a little upset, too. My purring doesn't seem to be helping a lot right now.
So do us a favor. Would a clowder of you purr a little louder? Or bark? Or what ever will maybe help us a little?
my Mommy's little purr-er,
QUINN