Update to the endless roll of hours upon hours in a wheelchair, stuck in long-term care waiting for visitors. Apparently there were visitors. A lovely bouquet graced the window ledge for a few days, gone now. Cards will be opened later. Conversations not remembered. So life goes on, the violent outbursts of the neighbour have ended for now. The poor man is drugged into calm and sleep. I did find him in mom’s room while she was at music appreciation. He was quick to tell me he had not done anything. Sad isn’t.
Life carries on much to mom’s dismay. Mom tells me there is no God because He has not let her die. What is a daughter to do? Reason does not cut it. She is in a fix and there is no way out. Much sighing and silent tears ensued.
I have finished the Sarah, Plain and Tall series without reading the end with Grandfather dying. I never know what will trigger a bit of upset. Mother’s only interaction is me, the intermittent family visits, and care workers.
In the end life becomes all about the meals and bedtime. I don’t ever want to be in a long-term facility and you don’t either.
I bought a chicken pot pie and salad for lunch on Monday. It was delicious and we played a couple of games called “Name the Food” and “Is there more?”
So, in the spirit of sharing: their lunch, our lunch, the “STOP” sign and Mom trying to smile. Which lunch would you rather eat?