I take second place to cookware.

I asked my mom earlier to go look for books about handling people/family members who suffer from anxiety.
"Tell ya what, why don't you find some books and I'll buy them," she tells me.
Not even five minutes later, she is on Amazon.com, a site which was originally made famous by selling books, looking at cookware.
I didn't realize I take second place to cookware.
She never did look for books.
I am dealing with the worst anxiety in my life, so intense that I almost vomit every morning upon awakening, that my body won't even mensturate, that I have to inflict pain in order to stop an attack, and I've developed a mild case of agoraphobia of certain places...and she looks at cookware.
What the hell?
When I was diagnosed with ADD as a child, she bought no fewer then a dozen books on the subject. Now she can't even spend 15 minutes looking for one? I find this disgustingly ironic, seeing as how she has a tendancy to trigger anxiety attacks.