Maribeth & I see Mom each day. Today she was in good spirits. Her orientation is ever-changing....about half the time she knows that she is in Texas. She was lucid for this visit, and her sense of humor is totally intact. She keeps us laughing with the funny and unusual stuff she says.
She transfers more easily from bed to wheelchair and back and to bed. She talks about walking but is still not even close to making it happen. I sat in on her physical therapy session yesterday. All the workers were very patient with her and I have to say, "Hats off," to those guys. I got frustrated just watching the whole ordeal! They tried to get her to stand in the parallel bars to walk. After much cajoling and encouragement she did stand with help on all sides and actually took a few steps. It’s a beginning, at least.
Last week we took Momma out of the rehab center to our home here in Waxahachie. She was happy to be out of the building for a while. We had a good lunch of chicken tenders, fresh biscuits and fresh “strong stove coffee”. We watched the Funny Girl movie till it was just about finished, but Mom wanted to get back to the rehab center because she said that it would take 2 hours to get there - really it only takes about 12 minutes.
On the way back Mom had us stop at Walgreens to get a few boxes of candy that she wanted to give to her caregivers. Actually, Mom is the one with the “sweet tooth”, and she assumes everyone else has one too. (Note from Mary: "I surely did inherit that sweet tooth!")
Mom goes to the facility cafeteria now instead of eating in her room. That’s "a good thing." (Mom often used this term from Martha Stewart.) She socializes and her visiting skills are still intact enough that she is pretty much the spark plug at her assigned table.
She got her hair washed, trimmed and set at the center's “beauty saloon”, which she enjoyed and wants to do it again soon.
In two weeks I am going to take Mom to a local optometrist for an exam and new glasses. She fusses at each visit that she wants a change in glasses because she wants to read again. That’s progress.
We try to call someone from Virginia by phone at most of our visits to keep her connected to folks. The other day Mom wanted to talk to Anita. When we got her on the phone and she was in the process of reading books to her grandson, Duane. Mom was so pleased when Duane sang 2 songs to her, the ABC song and The Itssy, Bitsy Spider. The phone was on the speaker mode so the three of us were able to enjoy his singing.
Keep the prayers coming!
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