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21 Oct 2016
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Saturday 9: Can't Stop the Feeling! (2016)
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1) This is an upbeat, positive song. Are you feeling upbeat and positive right now?
was because I'd had three good visits with my mother who seemed
so much better than she has been in months and even more mentally clear
(though still clearly with dementia). Then I got a call from her
assisted living facility saying she's feeling bad today and feels nauseated
and doesn't want to eat. I'm headed over there when I finish this to
see what is wrong.
I am never all caught up on my laundry. If I have no dirties
to wash, there is a huge pile to be folded, and on the rare occasion that I
feel caught up, it's time to pick up my mother's dirties.
I actually went to the store the other day and I'm all caught up right
now. But I usually can think of a couple of things that we are running
Nope. I never have had a good luck charm.
Well, there is a fine art to cookie eating and cooking dunking. Sam
is right about the Oreos, but cookie dunking is a good thing...only it
should be oatmeal in milk or coffee. Chocolate chip and Snickerdoodles
should be eaten unscathed.
High heels. It makes me shudder because of the pain! The
platform heels were especially cringe-worthy. Letting my hair grow
long was also a huge mistake...it was big and bushy and unruly and looked
We usually go to the golf course when we go to Santa Barbara, not to
play, but to watch our son and Walt's brother-in-law (and usually Walt's
brother) play the last hole. We sit and have a drink while waiting for
them to get to the hole and by the time they have all finished, we have
finished our drinks. Nice, cheap way to visit the golf course!
Throughout my life I have fallen in love too easily, and out of love too painfully. Fortunately I have been married for 51 years so that's not an issue any more!
I went to Atria to check on my mother. I expected to find her lying down on the couch moaning about how bad she felt, but she was sitting up in her chair reading the newspaper, the walker, which for three years she has sworn she will never use, sitting by her chair.
She was in good spirits and never once mentioned any nausea.
Not only that, but there was a tray next to her, which seemed to show that someone brought her a meal and she ate it.
I never mentioned how she felt and she was happy to see me and once again se had a great conversation. I'm learning that if I can get her into the subject of her family, she will take off on memories from her childhood, and that is always fun. I am sad, though, because the story she used to tell over and over and over and over again, about one of her older sisters sitting on a toilet their father was going to install in the house, "drunk as a skunk" (she always said). In the days before her dementia became more pronounced, we could kind of figure out how good or bad a day she was having by how many times she told us that story, each time as if she had never told it before. We always laughed as if we had never heard it before.
Today I asked her which sister it was and she said "I don't remember that happening at all."
Sad that it's gone.
But in its place is this new, perhaps temporary, version of my mother which is so much more pleasant that she has been for months. My friend, who suffered from constant pain, told me that when he took narcotics it didn't take away the pain, but he just didn't care about it any more. I think that is what is happening with her. The narcotics have finally kicked in and there are still parts of her body that hurt, but they don't seem to bother her any more (at least for now). She said that the weather looked so nice today that it made her want to go out walking. When I suggested we could drive somewhere and we could walk a bit and she said that her leg was still hurt too much. But she no longer grimaces, rubs her leg, or moans about how much she hurts. So that's a good thing, I hope.
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