Mom was melancholy at best today. Sprinkled between fighting meds is getting stomach sick potentially from the meds….or from the stomach plague that is spread through the Sweet 17. Go figure…it is hard to enforce hand washing recommendations to folks that cannot remember their own names. We figure it is something she caught because presumably she is taking the same meds now as she was last week in the behavioral health hospital with different results.
Mom has had some moments of lucidity lately when she usually says sad things. I hate that. Stupid disease.