Are we there yet?

A couple of days ago, I packed up mom, her wheelchair, some diapers and the last of my sanity, for a trip to the dental school at UNC Hospital. Getting her out of the nursing home is no small fete, let me tell you. I had to go there the night before her appointment to give her a shower and wash her hair. I know she doesn't care anymore, but I did not want her out in public looking like some demented bag lady. I got to the nursing home early the next morning to be sure she ate breakfast and that she had her morning "constitutional" BEFORE we left. It was bad enough dealing with diapers in a public bathroom, but I surely did not want to have to deal with a poopy mess. She is difficult to change because she won't stand still. Just try and get an adult diaper on a moving target. Take my word for it...it's not fun. The dude with the wheelchair van picked us up and strapped mom in like she was getting ready to orbit Mars. The dental exam went fairly well, although mom was less than cooperative with the xrays. We had a quick lunch then I called the wheelchair van guy to pick us up. Unfortunately, they were very busy and we ended up waiting hour after hour. Mom does not wait well...she is like a hyperactive toddler in that respect. After chasing her around the lobby for 2 and half hours, I ended up calling Miguel to please come rescue us. I was truly at the very end of my rope, hanging on by a thread. He was there in a flash, God Bless Him! and we got mom back to the nursing home in time for dinner. I do believe this will be mom's last trip out, except of course for that one last final trip. It occurred to me that we have been dealing with this situation for 4 years now. That's 4 years, non-stop, every hour of every day. We're all getting tired.