What a week.
Let's see...Hmmmmm....where to begin.
Well, The RLC, (Connie and Jean) went to pay a visit to Mum's on Wednesday. This was a very good day. Mom had quite a time playing many tiles but formed good enough words to win, with Connie and Jean coming in close second and third!
That same day, I received a call (whilst they were visiting) informing me that our dear, sweet, sweet, charming, mother had been "stomping (so something of the sort)" on another resident's foot. My My My....
It was thought, perhaps, the other resident was too much in Mother Dearest's space, and this was Mom's way of dealing with it. I stated we needed to look at it as though we were dealing with 4 year olds, and I heard agreement. That's sad, but it's where we are.... there may be an investigation...uh oh.
This morning, I found Mother resting comfortably in her recliner drinking something clear from her glass. I assumed it was just water, or some juice.
Yes. Juice.
No.
It was wine.
She'd been sipping at it for the past 30 minutes, or so, after breakfast. She thought it pretty good she could have it. I thought it a bit too early, but then, she thinks it's June.
I asked her about the week, and she told me that last night and this morning, they brought all the residents together on the "other side" for some sort of ritual. She couldn't quite state what that meant, and when pressed, she began telling me about the visit from her cousin.
Yes, Alice, her cousin, had apparently been visiting her. They had a good visit, but then they both decided they wanted to take a bath at the same time. Alice beat Mom into the bathroom, so Mom just decided there wouldn't be enough hot water once Alice had finished. After, Mom said Alice left and went home to her family.
Mom also told me that a nice young couple had come along and took her to their house. It was a nice house, but she really couldn't recall much about it, and then they brought her back in time for breakfast.
How wonderful she was so busy these past hours!
But it didn't happen.
She also told me she had her choice of bourbon or wine, and that one of the attendants was quite generous and gave it to her whenever she asked!
That's partly true - for dinner, and the wine. The rest is from the other side of the looking glass.....
Mom is proud of the flowers on her sill. She named the bamboo "The Soldier" flower, because it is taller and more upright than the others (it's also the only one that's alive - the others are silk). But they are vividly colored, and make her quite happy; that's important.
She still has tons of soda, which she thought we should tak e to Jean's house, as Mom plans on moving before tomorrow. She also has tons of oranges, chocolate bars with almonds, and - oh oh! Black Bananas!
Where did those come from?
We bought them a week ago, I believe, as she stated she wanted them on her cereal (I figured, she could peel them and eat them, otherwise). She just left them on the counter to ripen and rot. Ugh!
I took them up, and she said, "Don't you want to keep them for your cereal?"
"Mom, they're black. They're no good anymore."
"Well, why don't you just mail them?"
"Mail them? Why would I mail them, and to whom?"
"I meant Nail them."
"Nail Them?
"No, Mail Them. To show they're still good!"
I tossed them in the kitchen debris.
Mom was enjoying that wine!
We finally left for Jean's house.
We had a good lunch, and Mom seemed pretty much in sync - but her thoughts didn't match; she sort of knew what was going on, but her thoughts belied that she was thinking something else. We all played along.
Mom couldn't finish her tuna pita, nor her soup, but she certainly had no issues with chowing down on a bowl of ice cream! Never fails!
Soon, though, she actually did seem as though she was quite present. It was Mom from a couple of months ago! Nice!
Terry came by and we all had a wonderful visit.
Soon, though, it was time to go.
Mom had complained of pain in her leg, but finally acknowledged to me that it was shooting down from her pelvis. I reported this, and so they're going to look into a possible UTI screening for her. I hope it's simple and quickly dealth with!
So, aside from some interesting goings on that were actually dreams, and from her having quite the rosy day beginning with spirits that helped make her a little higher than normal, Mom had a pretty good week/day.
She had no clue what I was saying about the "foot stomping", and told me I was full of bologna, so I let it slide.
On an upper note, though, she does want to go pants shopping! We'll have to wait until the 28th when we visit Dr. Brad at the Dentist's Office, for that adventure, though!
Let's see...Hmmmmm....where to begin.
Well, The RLC, (Connie and Jean) went to pay a visit to Mum's on Wednesday. This was a very good day. Mom had quite a time playing many tiles but formed good enough words to win, with Connie and Jean coming in close second and third!
That same day, I received a call (whilst they were visiting) informing me that our dear, sweet, sweet, charming, mother had been "stomping (so something of the sort)" on another resident's foot. My My My....
It was thought, perhaps, the other resident was too much in Mother Dearest's space, and this was Mom's way of dealing with it. I stated we needed to look at it as though we were dealing with 4 year olds, and I heard agreement. That's sad, but it's where we are.... there may be an investigation...uh oh.
This morning, I found Mother resting comfortably in her recliner drinking something clear from her glass. I assumed it was just water, or some juice.
Yes. Juice.
No.
It was wine.
She'd been sipping at it for the past 30 minutes, or so, after breakfast. She thought it pretty good she could have it. I thought it a bit too early, but then, she thinks it's June.
I asked her about the week, and she told me that last night and this morning, they brought all the residents together on the "other side" for some sort of ritual. She couldn't quite state what that meant, and when pressed, she began telling me about the visit from her cousin.
Yes, Alice, her cousin, had apparently been visiting her. They had a good visit, but then they both decided they wanted to take a bath at the same time. Alice beat Mom into the bathroom, so Mom just decided there wouldn't be enough hot water once Alice had finished. After, Mom said Alice left and went home to her family.
Mom also told me that a nice young couple had come along and took her to their house. It was a nice house, but she really couldn't recall much about it, and then they brought her back in time for breakfast.
How wonderful she was so busy these past hours!
But it didn't happen.
She also told me she had her choice of bourbon or wine, and that one of the attendants was quite generous and gave it to her whenever she asked!
That's partly true - for dinner, and the wine. The rest is from the other side of the looking glass.....
Mom is proud of the flowers on her sill. She named the bamboo "The Soldier" flower, because it is taller and more upright than the others (it's also the only one that's alive - the others are silk). But they are vividly colored, and make her quite happy; that's important.
She still has tons of soda, which she thought we should tak e to Jean's house, as Mom plans on moving before tomorrow. She also has tons of oranges, chocolate bars with almonds, and - oh oh! Black Bananas!
Where did those come from?
We bought them a week ago, I believe, as she stated she wanted them on her cereal (I figured, she could peel them and eat them, otherwise). She just left them on the counter to ripen and rot. Ugh!
I took them up, and she said, "Don't you want to keep them for your cereal?"
"Mom, they're black. They're no good anymore."
"Well, why don't you just mail them?"
"Mail them? Why would I mail them, and to whom?"
"I meant Nail them."
"Nail Them?
"No, Mail Them. To show they're still good!"
I tossed them in the kitchen debris.
Mom was enjoying that wine!
We finally left for Jean's house.
We had a good lunch, and Mom seemed pretty much in sync - but her thoughts didn't match; she sort of knew what was going on, but her thoughts belied that she was thinking something else. We all played along.
Mom couldn't finish her tuna pita, nor her soup, but she certainly had no issues with chowing down on a bowl of ice cream! Never fails!
Soon, though, she actually did seem as though she was quite present. It was Mom from a couple of months ago! Nice!
Terry came by and we all had a wonderful visit.
Soon, though, it was time to go.
Mom had complained of pain in her leg, but finally acknowledged to me that it was shooting down from her pelvis. I reported this, and so they're going to look into a possible UTI screening for her. I hope it's simple and quickly dealth with!
So, aside from some interesting goings on that were actually dreams, and from her having quite the rosy day beginning with spirits that helped make her a little higher than normal, Mom had a pretty good week/day.
She had no clue what I was saying about the "foot stomping", and told me I was full of bologna, so I let it slide.
On an upper note, though, she does want to go pants shopping! We'll have to wait until the 28th when we visit Dr. Brad at the Dentist's Office, for that adventure, though!
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