Was a good thing she kicked the bucket when she did really. Household financial situation is worse than it was, and it was pretty shite then, because of loss of her care benefits. But it was getting close to the point where the humane, if grisly thing would have to be done.
A side benefit however is she isn't here to chain smoke any more. She was her own fucking ground zero, and it was damn difficult to set up with her always moving (or rather, being moved) into the same area I'd wish to work in for things that demand more space than my lab can provide, and/or the proximity of a door, if something needs to for some reason be tossed and in a hurry. That happened just the once (bar a couple of truly atrocious, vile stinks, such as attempting to distill chlormethiazole freebase sans vacuum...my god that...just...there aren't even words to describe whatever the hell it decomposed into stank of....just...fuck me. Even cleaned out thoroughly, an empty sep funnel contaminated the lab with such a foul stench that I had to hold my breath or wear a mask just to go in there.
But sometimes I do need to work in the kitchen, such as the time there was that incident that almost blinded me. Well, did, for a time in one eye, although my sight is returning. Close one though, if I hadn't got that pressurized vessel out the door when I did it would probably have blown through the sides rather than melted and blown through the top, creating a great cloud of ammonia, NaOH and sodium/lithium amides.
And had that had to go out of a window instead, I'm pretty sure it would have melted my face off. So the increased access to work space is good. Glad she went when she did, because there wasn't anything left of the person inside, or very little. I didn't actually see her again after she went into the hospital permanently, after she became too much to care for at home.
Personally, if I start going that way, I'll go blow myself to pieces in the middle of nowhere (that is, so nobody else gets taken with me)
