Drama

So my mother texts me Thursday morning with a text stating"i hit a tree going 80mph and i totaled the Aztec and four fire depts had to extricate me from the car and a haz mat team. OK??? are you OK?? well i have a broken leg and a shoulder injury. OK?? Do you need me to come down?? Well that's up to you fawn... So i get out of work call around to get the animals situated cause Lisa is out of town too. I call the Weil's and barb volunteers Matt.. take Matt you might need him..OK..
So we start on the way down,Matt drives like grandma so it took us like ten hours to get there. we get there and we spend the first night in a hotel cause were too tired to drive anymore. We get up and on the way to mom's. mom answer's the door. now she is supposed to have broke bones and a leg brace on. Not so much. She's a little bruised that's bout it. So now I'm pissed. The house smells like cat piss and dog piss. You cant walk anywhere without touching or being near a animal. The roof is leaking,the toilet won't flush and the laundry room floor is being held together by duct tape. The spare room that is the nicest in the house is overflowing with trash and bath/body works.
So were hungry. We try and get mom up and to lunch,she tells us that she needs to take her seizure meds. She takes her meds and then we get her in the truck. She passes out and doesn't wake up till she gets to the firehouse subs. Then she barely stays awake through lunch. We get her back to the house and she falls asleep again. We get her in the house and she wants to sit on the floor. OK we will be on the roof cleaning. We get the roof done and i go into the house and their is my mom cashed out on the floor with dog piss on her. I call out to Matt to get her up and in the chair and she falls back asleep again.
So i start going through her pills and she has gone through 90 vicoden pills in like 15 days. And 12 pills she got filled on the day before 9 are gone of a pain reliever. So apparently we have a little problem.
Matt and i clean the spare room. Getting a truck load of garbage out. My step-father shows up and i start yelling at him. I ask him why are you letting her drive and why is she taking so many pills? his answer was classic. "your mom is your mom" i can't stop her.
so my visit was useless. But we did get alot done.