The weather this week has been breathtakingly beautiful. The sun has been out, the trees are budding, crocuses and daffodils are beginning to spring up (Sorry East Coasters...).
Last week, watching Mom I was wondering if the onslaught of bright sun and the early emergence of Spring would bring her back to some extent. It did - partially. Staying awake seems to be much better; however, her speech and her linear thinking have remained in the decline mode.
This week she had BINGO! She had Physical Therapy!
They forced her to Bathe (they told me she was very angry about this, but she stated she didn't know what I was talking about as she bathes every day - typical Mom...if she does remember, then she's seething inside!).
Connie and Jean came for a visit and they took her to Ash Wednesday Mass where Mom stayed alert all through the service. It was a good visit, but the ladies are truly beginning to notice her efforts to make sense of her speech and words.
Upon my arrival, she was sitting with a cup of coffee mulling over her day. She said that she'd been visited by some people and they discussed some papers. She couldn't articulate anything more but that they'd then just disappeared. Upon verifying the story, it was apparent this had been a dream, or a hallucination that occurred at some point.
As we walked over to her room we saw one of the attendants and Mom asked her if the door in front of us was storage. The aide looked to me and I told Mom it was her room. She was happily surprised.
It took very little time for her to get herself ready to leave. She did put on a jacket that is now far too small for her, and so she settled on a larger one she'd been refusing to wear (and she did this without any issues!).
As we drove to Lloyd Center she kept speaking of the wonderful flowers on the trees, and how it will be a shame when the trees begin to leaf. Why? They will exhibit death. Oh.
We arrived at Lloyd Center and parked near Macy's. Mom did well, but I found myself feeling concerned with her balance on the stairs into the Mall. She did well.
She needed to price everything. She spent large amounts of time going over the prices and discounts on all the clothes...If she had her credit card and I let her loose, she'd have bought nearly everything in the store. Luckily I kept moving and she didn't want to lose me.
Our mission was to find new pants. Even though Mom wears the same trousers over and over and over again, she saw no reason for us to do this. Then, with the promise of an ice cream she broke. Mom wanted to argue with me about the size she needed. I told her to just try them on and see how they fit - we could always get a different size. She gave in.
We found several pairs, and after a lengthy rest in a chair she went in to try them on. None would suffice. They were too tight, and one, which she modeled for me, she claimed was too baggy (the legs were skin-tight, but the waist was okay - a bit taught, especially around the hips and the pelvic region - ah me...). So, we went in search of Lane Bryant.
ON the way, we encountered the food court. Mom saw ice cream and walked to a table and sat. "Get me a milkshake, please," she stated flatly. So, I went and provided her with a chocolate shake with whipped cream. She was in heaven.
Later we began looking for the location of Lane Bryant, only to discover they weren't on the store list. Arg! But this trip was already on the verge of 2 hours (she moves slowly that Mother o' mine), and she was chomping at the bit to return home.
Off we went to the car and then back to her place.
She had complained of not sleeping much the night before but she was alert and quite happy - more so when we returned to her room. She pulled out a book and kissed me farewell as she prepared to read.
Overall, her attitude is wonderful. Her speaking and thought patterns have grown worse, and her voice is growing softer. Jean commented that at one point on Wednesday Mom Slapped her forehead and exclaimed that she couldn't think of what she was trying to say - not so much today.
She did state she had an earache, but then she remarked it could be a passing thing. Have to keep an eye on that ear.
Last week, watching Mom I was wondering if the onslaught of bright sun and the early emergence of Spring would bring her back to some extent. It did - partially. Staying awake seems to be much better; however, her speech and her linear thinking have remained in the decline mode.
This week she had BINGO! She had Physical Therapy!
They forced her to Bathe (they told me she was very angry about this, but she stated she didn't know what I was talking about as she bathes every day - typical Mom...if she does remember, then she's seething inside!).
Connie and Jean came for a visit and they took her to Ash Wednesday Mass where Mom stayed alert all through the service. It was a good visit, but the ladies are truly beginning to notice her efforts to make sense of her speech and words.
Upon my arrival, she was sitting with a cup of coffee mulling over her day. She said that she'd been visited by some people and they discussed some papers. She couldn't articulate anything more but that they'd then just disappeared. Upon verifying the story, it was apparent this had been a dream, or a hallucination that occurred at some point.
As we walked over to her room we saw one of the attendants and Mom asked her if the door in front of us was storage. The aide looked to me and I told Mom it was her room. She was happily surprised.
It took very little time for her to get herself ready to leave. She did put on a jacket that is now far too small for her, and so she settled on a larger one she'd been refusing to wear (and she did this without any issues!).
As we drove to Lloyd Center she kept speaking of the wonderful flowers on the trees, and how it will be a shame when the trees begin to leaf. Why? They will exhibit death. Oh.
We arrived at Lloyd Center and parked near Macy's. Mom did well, but I found myself feeling concerned with her balance on the stairs into the Mall. She did well.
She needed to price everything. She spent large amounts of time going over the prices and discounts on all the clothes...If she had her credit card and I let her loose, she'd have bought nearly everything in the store. Luckily I kept moving and she didn't want to lose me.
Our mission was to find new pants. Even though Mom wears the same trousers over and over and over again, she saw no reason for us to do this. Then, with the promise of an ice cream she broke. Mom wanted to argue with me about the size she needed. I told her to just try them on and see how they fit - we could always get a different size. She gave in.
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| waiting for the right time to try on new pants.... |
We found several pairs, and after a lengthy rest in a chair she went in to try them on. None would suffice. They were too tight, and one, which she modeled for me, she claimed was too baggy (the legs were skin-tight, but the waist was okay - a bit taught, especially around the hips and the pelvic region - ah me...). So, we went in search of Lane Bryant.
ON the way, we encountered the food court. Mom saw ice cream and walked to a table and sat. "Get me a milkshake, please," she stated flatly. So, I went and provided her with a chocolate shake with whipped cream. She was in heaven.
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| the milkshake monster at Lloyd Center |
Later we began looking for the location of Lane Bryant, only to discover they weren't on the store list. Arg! But this trip was already on the verge of 2 hours (she moves slowly that Mother o' mine), and she was chomping at the bit to return home.
Off we went to the car and then back to her place.
She had complained of not sleeping much the night before but she was alert and quite happy - more so when we returned to her room. She pulled out a book and kissed me farewell as she prepared to read.
Overall, her attitude is wonderful. Her speaking and thought patterns have grown worse, and her voice is growing softer. Jean commented that at one point on Wednesday Mom Slapped her forehead and exclaimed that she couldn't think of what she was trying to say - not so much today.
She did state she had an earache, but then she remarked it could be a passing thing. Have to keep an eye on that ear.
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