IrisPetal of Bliss
May. 23rd, 2018 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoToday our Angelbaby is 14! I last saw him in November. I can only imagine how tall he is now. We called him tonight, but he was out--probably getting shrimp and sushi, his favorites--so we left a message of us singing the Birthday Song from "Rusty's Space Ship"--a goofy tradition since the kids were small.
I've been greatly distracted in the last couple of days by more consternation about my mother. There aren't really any additional problems--or so I believe after straightening out some of the confusion with a call to the nurse manager--but I'm very sad at how fast she seems to be losing her memory. I've told her every day for the last week what time and day her appointment with the Wound Care clinic will be: May 24 (tomorrow) at 3. Every day she says she's writing it on her calendar. Every day she asks me again. Tonight when I called, she told me that she was all ready to go to the appointment today and couldn't understand why my sister didn't come. She was finally able to call the Duchess, probably with assistance from staff, and learn (again) that it was tomorrow. She told me how indignant she was that no one had bothered to tell her when the appointment was. When I tried to explain that I had been doing so, she accidentally-on-purpose hung up on me--to cover her confusion, I think. When I called her back, she got me mixed up with Queenie and thought I lived in Florida. I know she is in much discomfort from her leg ulcer and the tailbone bruise she suffered from falling off her chair. She is probably feeling a lot of anxiety at her inability to understand what is happening. I'm afraid we've come to the point where I can't help very much long distance. I'm glad the Duchess is going to see her tomorrow. I just try not to think about the future. Today I looked up and saw the Sparrowhawk's shoes parked next to mine in a ray of sunlight and started to cry.
The stomach pain and joint pain that have been plaguing me since we came home have improved a lot, though, so I was cautiously optimistic. It was a beautiful day, and I went out to work in the yard. I cut down three big branches that would have had to be trimmed anyway, and used them to make a tripod for my beans. I did some more weeding and trimming. Then I started erecting the tripod and trying to lash it together with a bit of string. I got so tired and out of breath I felt as if I might just pass out, so I gave up, went inside and drank a lot of water. This made me very unhappy. However, I went back outside after supper and tied the tripod together more securely (I hope) with twine, and planted my beans around it. I also planted some radishes and salad mix, hoping the beans will give them a little shade as they grow and maybe I will get a bit of salad out of it before it gets too hot.
I've been greatly distracted in the last couple of days by more consternation about my mother. There aren't really any additional problems--or so I believe after straightening out some of the confusion with a call to the nurse manager--but I'm very sad at how fast she seems to be losing her memory. I've told her every day for the last week what time and day her appointment with the Wound Care clinic will be: May 24 (tomorrow) at 3. Every day she says she's writing it on her calendar. Every day she asks me again. Tonight when I called, she told me that she was all ready to go to the appointment today and couldn't understand why my sister didn't come. She was finally able to call the Duchess, probably with assistance from staff, and learn (again) that it was tomorrow. She told me how indignant she was that no one had bothered to tell her when the appointment was. When I tried to explain that I had been doing so, she accidentally-on-purpose hung up on me--to cover her confusion, I think. When I called her back, she got me mixed up with Queenie and thought I lived in Florida. I know she is in much discomfort from her leg ulcer and the tailbone bruise she suffered from falling off her chair. She is probably feeling a lot of anxiety at her inability to understand what is happening. I'm afraid we've come to the point where I can't help very much long distance. I'm glad the Duchess is going to see her tomorrow. I just try not to think about the future. Today I looked up and saw the Sparrowhawk's shoes parked next to mine in a ray of sunlight and started to cry.
The stomach pain and joint pain that have been plaguing me since we came home have improved a lot, though, so I was cautiously optimistic. It was a beautiful day, and I went out to work in the yard. I cut down three big branches that would have had to be trimmed anyway, and used them to make a tripod for my beans. I did some more weeding and trimming. Then I started erecting the tripod and trying to lash it together with a bit of string. I got so tired and out of breath I felt as if I might just pass out, so I gave up, went inside and drank a lot of water. This made me very unhappy. However, I went back outside after supper and tied the tripod together more securely (I hope) with twine, and planted my beans around it. I also planted some radishes and salad mix, hoping the beans will give them a little shade as they grow and maybe I will get a bit of salad out of it before it gets too hot.
