I haven't really posted anything here in a few months because, well, there really hasn't been anything to post. A lot of status quo. Ethel still talks in her sleep, and won't give up on waving at the weather girl, but she's not swatting at kitty-cats in the light fixtures or trying to feed invisible people in the corner of the room, so I suppose that's all good.
On the other hand, she's been getting progressively shorter on breath. She's had the oxygen machine for quite a while, but has resisted using it. She doesn't resist so much anymore. Getting half-winded going to the bathroom and back seems to be the tipping point.
Her perception of time hasn't ever really come back, though. Is it day, is it night, this doesn't look like breakfast ("because it isn't"), what day of the week is it ("It's Tuesday, why, are you going somewhere?")... I'm afraid I haven't been suffering these questions quite as cheerfully as I wish I always did. As no small surprise to anyone that knows me, there are days I can be a royal ass. My concerns for the world are aimed a little higher than answering again today, as the day before, and the day before that, "Dark means night, Grandma."
Sometimes that comes out instead as, "You're right next to a window all day long, can't you look outside and take a guess?"
Like I said, sometimes I'm an ass. Every once in a while I can duck down the road & visit some friends for the weekend, but I think what I really need is a vacation. From everything.
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