I got a call from QO yesterday at lunchtime. She hadn’t wanted to eat and seemed suddenly unresponsive and unmoving. The head nurse suggested a mini-stroke, and “what did I want to do about it?”
I asked her to put the phone to Mother’s ear and tried about three different times to talk with her with no success. The nurse said she “wiped her mouth and scratched her nose,” which were “purposeful movements.” So I suggested they get her clean and dry and put her down for a nap and I’d check back in a couple of hours.
I spent the time packing a few things, making sure the cat would be okay for a couple of days, gathered food and bedding for the dogs, and expected to be spending the night.
Called back. She was fine, hungry, thirsty, talking with the staff. Talked with them again in the evening, same thing, except she had wanted seconds at supper!
When I visited her today, she was tired but glad for the company, especially her faithful William. I am “Phyllis” most of the time now, which is fine. She really doesn’t know–or care–who is talking to her. She just likes the attention.