Posted 3/6/19
When mom first started experiencing more extreme (at the time) symptoms, I was agast. I had never seen an inflicted mom hunting and gathering papers, crayons, jewelry, and pickles in a purse, and I had no point of reference. I had never witnessed the panic walks and the deer in the headlights stares that I see every visit now.
Today’s odd behavior examples from the Sweet 17:
Ms. J frantically, yet stealthily, snuck the majority of her fried okra into her purse. (I feel profoundly guilty about ratting her out and I wonder if her getting busted with her stash will prevent it next time or just lead to a more covert operation?)
My favorite non-mom Sweet 17 songbird has lost her song. 🙁 When her family unceremoniously dropped her off, I posted a few times of her booming voice singing a song that may or may not have matched the song mom played on the piano. Deaf as deaf gets pretty much…but still loves…loved her songs. Sadly, she may fly home sooner than later.
Unfiltered talk was rampant today. When a heavy lady walked by, Mrs. S. made a too loud exclamation to me that she was a “big’un”. Mom said something akin to “heavy Chevy”, but it was quiet enough and part of a monologue of word salad, so she may have been talking about me.
Poor Buffalo M asked if “she had a bed” as she nervously paced the dining hall. The ladies on staff, and a couple patients, said “Room 105” in unison. She has an excuse: she has only had that room for nearly a decade since an infection cleared her brain tablet. 🙁 The Sweet 17 were, all things considered, pretty normal in their abnormality today. Mom, on the other hand, was unusually exhausted. Sitting in her chair, nearly zonked. After an hour of rousing, my step dad and I got her to eat some tan and brown lumps and then tucked her in. John is the ninja master of feeding mom….couple years practice off and on gives him an unfair advantage. I am better at giving her pills, though, so I get a participation trophy too. 😉 I tend to be too tender and not direct enough in feeding her.
Regardless, we are hoping for a nice night sleep. She needs it.
Stinkin’ disease!
#EndALZ