Fall Back

Let's see...Sunday night again. Mom's clock, as messed as it is, did not "fall back" with the others. She was up today as I tried to engage her with activities. This morning we sang to the Alan Jackson CD that she likes and made cookies - the kind that come pre-formed and frozen that the neighborhood kids sell for fundraisers. So, I put the baking trays in front of her with a bowl of cookies and suggested she put them on the trays while I attended to the pretzels I was baking. I turned around and she had piled almost 4 dozen cookies on one tray. As tactfully as possible, I advised her that they would bake better if there were only 12 to a tray, three across and four down. And we counted to twelve. One tray of cookies at a time. But it never did connect. Nice, warm chocolate chunk and pecan cookies. If Mom asked me once, she asked me a dozen times, "what are you going to do with all these cookies?" Um...Julie and Joe will take them to work. Or, maybe Julie and Joe can take them to work. And Julie and Joe will take them to share at lunch this week. As it turns out, some went home with the guy who was here working on the ceiling, some were eaten before they got to a zip-loc bag, and what was left went into the bag and went home with Micah.

It was such a beautiful day that I scrubbed down the gazebo and Mom sat out there for some time. We even ate our hamburgers and hot dogs out there. Mom stayed out with us for quite some time. And later she sat in the patio room watching Joe work on the pool pump and then she sat outside the front door for awhile. Lots of fresh air.

We did have an incident last night as we left church and Mom was getting into the van. Having pushed both Joe and me away as she always does, and leans on the car to step down from the curb, I averted my eyes for a second and Joe turned to put the walker in the car and Mom lost her balance and fell backward on her bum. She did not fall all the way back but rolled onto her left side. We assessed and were able to get her up and into the van. Mom still wanted to go to IHOP across the street, so we continued assessing as we drove there. I knew she would be achy, so I gave her Tylenol with her pancakes. By the time we got home she was hurting, so we added a Darvaset to the evening pills. Mom is still complaining about pain under her left breast. She has a three month appointment with Dr. Birdwell, but I will try to get her in tomorrow to be checked out. We had to trust our judgement after the fall. Go to hospital to be checked out? I am wishing we had, just to be sure, but Mom wasn't hurting and was more interested in pancakes than in spending five or six hours in the ER. So, we went to IHOP - she with visibly went pants, but with no complaints.

The clock on the computer says 8:03. My clock says it is time for bed too. We love you all! Good-night!