![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
DendriticSnow of Celeste
Jan. 16th, 2019 08:55 pmSo tired. Good weather for driving home! YAY. This morning when we got up, the parking lot was--yep--"a sheet of ice." Also my car was sheathed in ice again and we had to scrape all the windows before I could see to drive. Weather news showed crashes all over the metro area. However, by the time we picked up Mother and started driving to the cardio clinic, the combination of salt and commuter-time traffic had melted most of the ice off the roads, so we were lucky.
The appointment was fine. It's other things that seem to be problematic. Like the continuing disorganization of Mother's short-term memory, alas. As soon as I got home, I found another email from the Duchess, copying us on a note from the social worker, who wants to organize the yearly care conference for Mother. Argh. No sooner is one trip over than I have to start planning another one. Moreover, I used to think the Duchess was unduly suspicious of the social worker and admin staff. Now I've gone over to her way of thinking. I feel their major concern is to CYA and make the wheels turn smoothly. So I'm suspicious as to what concerns they will raise, and what they may want to do with them. Mother's care needs are increasing, and I'm sure that's inconvenient for them. I'm working on a Machiavellian attytude to deploy.
I suggested a stop for lunch in the hospital cafe, because I knew that it would be late when we got back to Mother's place. It's a nice place, a spacious lobby with tables and chairs arranged around an atrium garden with a fountain. Mother enjoyed watching all the people, especially the students. I was mesmerized by the way the filling in her sandwich threatened to fall out at any moment, as she waved it vaguely around while holding it by one edge and nibbling mostly at the crust. She made a save at the very last minute and managed to bite off the toppling portion before it fell into her lap. She now weighs 100 pounds fully clothed. It's not surprising, given the way she eats, or doesn't.
It's really hard to see her this way. Still, I enjoy what I can about the time we have together. I don't know why my trips with her seem to go better then the Duchess's. It doesn't seem fair. Maybe I'm just lucky.
The appointment was fine. It's other things that seem to be problematic. Like the continuing disorganization of Mother's short-term memory, alas. As soon as I got home, I found another email from the Duchess, copying us on a note from the social worker, who wants to organize the yearly care conference for Mother. Argh. No sooner is one trip over than I have to start planning another one. Moreover, I used to think the Duchess was unduly suspicious of the social worker and admin staff. Now I've gone over to her way of thinking. I feel their major concern is to CYA and make the wheels turn smoothly. So I'm suspicious as to what concerns they will raise, and what they may want to do with them. Mother's care needs are increasing, and I'm sure that's inconvenient for them. I'm working on a Machiavellian attytude to deploy.
I suggested a stop for lunch in the hospital cafe, because I knew that it would be late when we got back to Mother's place. It's a nice place, a spacious lobby with tables and chairs arranged around an atrium garden with a fountain. Mother enjoyed watching all the people, especially the students. I was mesmerized by the way the filling in her sandwich threatened to fall out at any moment, as she waved it vaguely around while holding it by one edge and nibbling mostly at the crust. She made a save at the very last minute and managed to bite off the toppling portion before it fell into her lap. She now weighs 100 pounds fully clothed. It's not surprising, given the way she eats, or doesn't.
It's really hard to see her this way. Still, I enjoy what I can about the time we have together. I don't know why my trips with her seem to go better then the Duchess's. It doesn't seem fair. Maybe I'm just lucky.
