Mom was still zonked today. Teetering back and forth between blaming this slumberamasville season on disease progression or on over-medication is a common mental exercise we, like many of you, face these days.
It does take time to build up enough of a chemistry from taking a medicine to start to work.
Mom has been notably less anxious and agitated under her current cocktail.
Mom is taking her meds, ground up, because she is less agitated and partly because they are Trojan-horsed in yogurt.
She is happy-ish.
She stays in the same place all day unless someone moves her. 🙁 This part stinks. She isn’t walking enough and we may end up with a chicken/egg problem soon with her walking. Did not walking cause her to not be able to walk or did not being able to walk cause her not walking? She CAN walk if someone helps and after she remembers how.
I sure miss the days of the 1980’s and 90’s when we would walk endlessly at some nondescript creek (RiverDale below in the pix) looking for arrowheads, rocks or driftwood. Mom has quite a collection of these in her rock garden at her now non-forever home. Mom also taught her grandkids the merits of walking around and picking up trash along the road of the neighborhood. Bottom line: mom was such a fit and healthy person even in the 80’s and 90’s when she still smoked. She ate well. She exercised her brain.
She wasn’t a nap person….until this disease came.
She was more of the adult version of the same ole country girl that 50+ years ago was the first female to ever climb the rope all the way to the ceiling in high school gym class. She used to smile telling us that she had dozens of people clapping at her climbing exploits. Now she sleeps. 🙁
We will go back to the drawing board with the medical staff and see what they say next week…
Mom even has some guns…look at those arms.