Staying true to my journal “of sorts” as this blog has become, I am returning to the good, bad and ugly life in a long-term care residence. There have been many changes in the facility. One very good change according to the memo; the hiring of more staff. Thank you! Truly, there is not enough staff to care for the residents. Some, including my mother, cried out in distress and did not seem to get much response from staff. I’m hoping more staff means more care or should I say more “aware” care.
Mama is spiraling down to the next level of being. She is sleeping a lot, not eating much, very anxious or very silent or stuck in first gear when she does speak.
Last week, she was in her own little world laughing at something funny in her head. I could not quite understand all the words. My nephew was very surprised, actually shocked at her condition. Thankfully she did come into her own mind before they left. They had brought Mom’s newest great-granddaughter, Addison, for a visit. She is a darling with huge brown eyes. True to Mom’s personality, she did tell my nephew and his wife that Addison was a “crazy” name. That’s my Mother, always spoke her mind. She truly is in there somewhere.
Mama is now in a “geri” chair which cradles her back, shoulders and head, letting her sit up higher, tilted back a bit, legs extended up and easier for her to see what is happening. Apparently this is a temporary measure because of the edema in her left leg. I brought coffee and cookies. She didn’t want the mocha or the cookies. So, I read my book and held her hand as she dozed off for another catnap. Touch is so important. I tend to stroke her fingers and she gives me a little squeeze. Well, it may have been a jerky reflex. Perhaps, it is just reflex but I say she knows I’m there. Lunch was a noisy affair. When she had enough of the ahhh…. lunch, she did want a cookie. And she softly said, “love you too” when I left her sitting in her quiet room listening to music.