It has been a couple of months since I’ve posted. Not because I meant to “be absent,” but more that things seemed to be up and down with such frequency I didn’t know what to say. Still can’t be definitive about anything, but perhaps that is the new reality. When she is rested and calm, she is the most sociable, outgoing person in the world. When she is tired or upset. she does not function normally either mentally or physically.
And what upsets her can as easily be ancient memories as well as imagined slights or misunderstandings. The previous post is an example.
She speaks positively about Whispering Pines, but can’t remember it’s name. She likes the staff, the residents, and her roommate, but can’t remember their names either. She can’t remember my dogs’ names, but loves how they beg for her attention. Though I try to give her decisions to make (about little things), she doesn’t want to. Her usual response is, “I’ll do whatever you like.” This applies to choices for dessert, what to wear, and often, what to do. For example, knowing her stamina is limited, I offer either 1. go to a concert Saturday night, or 2. go to church Sunday morning.
She is not physically up to doing both so close together, but choosing one or the other seems to be more than she wants to do.
We had an abbreviated version of a “full Christmas dinner,” and opened a few gifts. While I was cooking, she “tended” to my dogs as they respectively came up and sat between her feet under the glass breakfast table. Maki, my 15 year old, only likes his butt scratched, which doesn’t make for a good photograph!
William is her special pet.
William was temporarily sated, so Gigi got her turn.
On the sofa after opening a few gifts.