There is something to be said of the brain. It can function in ways that are mysterious - portions may still remain while others are failing. Much like a fortress under attack, not every room or section has yet been affected. So it is with Mom at this date.
On Wednesday, Mom was visited by Jean, who was driven by her son, Tim, in his air-conditioned car so she wouldn't suffer the heat (her car had said goodbye to her a/c). When she arrived, she found Mother sitting at the table in the great room working her crossword.
Jean marveled at how quickly and adeptly Mom was able to read the clues aloud, then marking the spaces just as well. They worked together sitting quite closely. Jean joked that, perhaps, she should sit in Mom's lap. Mom laughed and told her, "No!" A light-hearted visit.
Jean had brought some hydrangeas and put them in vases for Mom's room.
Mom was wearing her deep-red plush sweatshirt despite the heat. She hasn't a clue as to the temperatures outside and is always a bit chilly.
After a short visit, Jean's son texted her that he was outside waiting. She said goodbye and Mom said nothing about coming with her. It was a fairly easy exit.
Today, it was a different story, but maybe not.
Mom wasn't truly full of pep when Jean went for her visit. Today, though, they couldn't get her out of bed! When I notified them of her pick up time, they stated they were trying to get her up to take a shower. Well, that went south before it ever happened!
Mom spent her entire day in bed. When my brother went to pick her up he stated that her speech was more muddled and softer than it had been. Not only that, but her eyelids kept fluttering while she spoke and then she drifted off to sleep in mid-speech.
While I've seen this once before - but I was able to coax her into coming with me (she wasn't in bed but her chair), it wasn't this bad. Perhaps the day before I came she had been like this - she hadn't arisen at all.
What this means I haven't a clue. However, a call tomorrow will be warranted, to see if we can monitor her further and see what may be happening.
On Wednesday, Mom was visited by Jean, who was driven by her son, Tim, in his air-conditioned car so she wouldn't suffer the heat (her car had said goodbye to her a/c). When she arrived, she found Mother sitting at the table in the great room working her crossword.
Jean marveled at how quickly and adeptly Mom was able to read the clues aloud, then marking the spaces just as well. They worked together sitting quite closely. Jean joked that, perhaps, she should sit in Mom's lap. Mom laughed and told her, "No!" A light-hearted visit.
Jean had brought some hydrangeas and put them in vases for Mom's room.
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| Mom at the beach. Taken by her friend, Nadya (ca 2007?) |
After a short visit, Jean's son texted her that he was outside waiting. She said goodbye and Mom said nothing about coming with her. It was a fairly easy exit.
Today, it was a different story, but maybe not.
Mom wasn't truly full of pep when Jean went for her visit. Today, though, they couldn't get her out of bed! When I notified them of her pick up time, they stated they were trying to get her up to take a shower. Well, that went south before it ever happened!
Mom spent her entire day in bed. When my brother went to pick her up he stated that her speech was more muddled and softer than it had been. Not only that, but her eyelids kept fluttering while she spoke and then she drifted off to sleep in mid-speech.
While I've seen this once before - but I was able to coax her into coming with me (she wasn't in bed but her chair), it wasn't this bad. Perhaps the day before I came she had been like this - she hadn't arisen at all.
What this means I haven't a clue. However, a call tomorrow will be warranted, to see if we can monitor her further and see what may be happening.
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