Chris took Mom to the nurse practitioner
yesterday. And of course when she was
there Mom interacted with the medical personnel just fine. She even handled the “Have you fallen?” issue
masterfully. When Chris revealed that we
found her on the floor one morning, her response was that she had simply sat
down for a while. Kind of put a damper
on the “official” reason for the visit – decreased cognitive. They checked for infections, though. Everything seemed fine.
So … last night during home group she got
up, we assumed to go to the bathroom.
She didn’t take her walker, though, and before Chris could get to her,
she fell onto the floor of the kitchen.
She was OK, just a bit embarrassed.
And when we helped her up she wasn’t sure what it was she was heading to
do. Chris helped her to the bathroom, convincing
her with “since you’re up anyway.” Scary
moment for the group, but they were great encouragers.
Then … throughout the night we had one of those Alzheimer’s roaming experiences. She was up numerous times, and Chris got up with her every time. Chris doesn’t always confront her. Sometimes she just follows her around to make sure she doesn’t fall or get confused about where her bedroom is or where to find the bathroom (which happened on her last trek). Made for a very long night for all of us.
On a more positive note, I actually watched
the US women’s soccer team win the gold medal.
WooHoo USA. Well, I watched the first
and last parts of the game. There was
that little matter of falling asleep in the middle. Soccer has always been tough for me to
understand as a spectator, even when our boys were playing. I guess I can see how it would be fun as a
player, though. Constant motion. Brief flurries of intense action. I think I’ll stick to baseball. But,
hey, go USA.
Psalms 20:4 says, “May he give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans
succeed.”
Father, I know that’s a great prayer for
the Olympians this week, but would you also make them happy. Win or lose.
Amen.
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