Wednesday

This is a scene behind the hotel on a country road. I just love this snow!

Yesterday was a trip.....I walked into the VMRC and the therapist stopped me. Mom fell asleep walking and in all the other exercises so she took mom back to the bed. She said mom had not eaten anything from her tray for breakfast either.

As I passes the nurses station they stopped me to tell me she had not eaten lunch either and something had to be done. So "I pulled up my big girl panties" and marched into her room. I had trouble waking her up too. I decided to get to the point and told her I "WAS" going to get her something to eat and she had no say about it. She tried to tell me no but I had selective hearing. Finally she decided she could eat a bit of a Subway Italian sub....so off I went and had them cut the 6 inch into thirds and stopped at the fridge at VMRC and got her a little can of Ginger Ale.

She took the smallest 1/3 of the sub and I would not let her stop until she had it all down. She fussed. She had one swallow of the drink and declared it too cold. I was happy she ate a bit but as the nurse reminded me that was not much to keep her going. We chatted a bit but she told me over and over about the kids out in the snow all night in the courtyard and they kept throwing snow at her window. She reported the parents for neglect.....and some more silly stuff. I asked the nurse and she said mom "reported" it all night to the nurses. The hall was very quiet and so it is part of the Lewy Bodies.

There have been time I wondered if she was playing me but a long talk with the doctor made me see she is not capable of that. Her tastes have been altered, her hallucinations are real to her and her ability to eat and know what she needs has been altered. I will accept that. He also had me talk to a specialist on this and it lines up.

I just talked to mom and she says she could not focus on walking again and so has to try again this afternoon. This is not good news as the progress she makes in rehab says how long she can stay under medicare.

I still am struggling at all the unknowns to me at this time...like job, home and mom...but my faith has been strengthened.

Aunt Gladys, thanks for the "care package". It is a real treat. Mom wanted the pretzels and a few cheese puffs. John and I needed that love!

PRAY:
***Mom does rehab

***job and home for us

PRAISE:

***I feel better in my emotions