Mother's Day started innocently enough. Joyce and I had a good morning with another caregiver during "orientation week." Then I had a fun Zoom call with the kids. Toward the end of our Zoom, I could tell that Joyce was sick. And boy oh boy, was she ever. Without going into details, suffice it to say that in the course of a few hours she was so ill that I eventually called 911. I did not want her in the ER, and tried to avoid it, but that's where she ended up. It was a good thing as she needed to be admitted. After two nights in the hospital, she came home on Tuesday, basically good as new.
It must be tough to have all that happen to you and not be able to remember it, and not understand why you have new diagnoses and where they came from. This would be hard for any person with dementia but especially hard for an 89 year old who hasn't been hospitalized since she was 8 years old! Talk about being on a hot streak. So, to help us both I wrote her a book explaining what had transpired. Apparently it's an absorbing read!
She got back on the walking path the very next day!
When Joyce was still in the hospital I took advantage of a free afternoon to drive up to San Juan Capistrano and hang out with these two troublemakers, from a distance of course. With a lovely patio to sit on and absolutely perfect weather, we had a wonderful visit through the screen door.
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