Saturday, September 6, 2008
Recovery from...Something...
Movement for 9/5/08:
- Well, even though Mom was still a little iffy this morning, she refused the wheelchair and I felt confident enough in her ability to "ambulate" (love that word; it's so...clinical) that I'd ask but wouldn't insist. She was slow and picky about moving her feet, but she did her usual routine. She used the new walker today and mentioned that she is "much more satisfied" with it than the rickety one from the charity place. It doesn't improve her skill, but it has a seat, in case she gets tired or feels wobbly, and she mentioned, of her own accord, that "it's sturdier". It is. She was still tired, still took a longer than usual nap today. However, just about 20 minutes ago she walked out of the bedroom (after having gone down for sleep at 0130) on her own, unbeknownst to me. I realized what she'd done when I heard her huffing and puffing (she'd taken off her oxygen), looked up and there she was at the banister between the foyer and the living room. Before she went to bed, as usual, I'd filled her in on my plans in the morning, including the possibility that I might go to Costco (although, now, I'm sure I won't, but I have one other minor, close errand, I have to do) while she's still asleep. I always let her know, as she's bedding down, if I plan to be out of the house in the morning. Not that she necessarily and consciously remembers, but I always tell her, anyway, to make sure she knows what's going to be in the next day's routine. Anyway, I guess she lost track of time while she slept, than awoke an hour after beginning her night sleep, remembered what I said, and she was checking to see "if [I was] home yet." Although she attempted to disguise it, she was a little worried...not for her, but for me, as usual, I discovered, when I probed what appeared to be slight anxiety. "It's dark out," she said, "I just wanted to make sure you got home safe." She's a love, that one.
- So, she's moving better. She even looks better this evening than she did this morning. I mentioned to her, after I awoke her, while we were still in her bedroom (it generally takes about 45 minutes from the time I initially awaken her for us to get to the bathroom) that, although I wasn't sure, she seemed a little "peaked" (pronounced: "peek'-id") to me, meaning she looked pale. She didn't look pale this evening, though. She mentioned to me, after her nap, that she "felt better" and "must be getting over her cold", although I'm sure it wasn't a cold from which she was suffering. I'm just not sure what it was. I'm not particularly anxious about it. Could have been zooming hemoglobin; could have been a recovery from low electrolytes caused by the light diarrhea, caused by the prune juice; could be something connected with her cancer and possible metastasis, who knows. It's late.
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