Home Sweet Home

Dad is home and doing well.  Mom seems so much more relaxed now that he is back where he belongs.  

Mom loves to look out the front window.  

There is an estate attorney in my building who I have hired to help get Mom and Dad's papers in order.  I have been an acquaintance of Judy Linville and her staff for several years but didn't realize everything they offer.  I often chit chat with Judy and Cindy, one of her employees, but never about work.  To my surprise, Cindy is a social worker who specializes in elder care.  She lost her father to Alzheimer's and her mother is currently in Hospice at a memory care facility.  I had a consultation with Cindy last Friday to discuss getting some help for my parents.  Tuesday, I have a meeting with a Nurse on who will evaluate our situation.  I feel relieved that professional help is on the way!  It would only be for 2 mornings per week right now but that will go a long way.  

As it turns out, Cindy leads a Christian Caregivers support group at her church.  I'm excited to join her group when it returns to Zoom in January.  God is so good.

I feel like I've had enough joy for a little while!  

Wednesday, I took my mom to an appointment with her doctor.  I had spoken with him beforehand about my concerns.  She is easily confused and a few times, she has seen and heard things that weren't there.  Mom was so sure I had been in her house last Tuesday when I had not.  Her doctor noticed that her blood pressure was low and he thought that maybe she isn't getting enough oxygen to her brain.  He lowered her medication dosage.  I feel like this confusion has slowly been coming on longer than she has had low blood pressure; however, I feel like we will figure it out eventually.  

Daniel thought it would be great to dress up as a Christmas tree.  

We had record breaking rain fall this week.  Here is the creek behind my house.  All of my life, I never knew the creek had a name until Google Maps.  This is the Cowhorn Branch:

Every time Dad goes to the hospital, he asks me to see if there are any Zagnut bars in the candy machine.  No, I had no idea what a Zagnut bar was.  When I packed his suitcase for rehab, I included a bag of Snickers, Three Musketeers and Kit Kats.  He told me on the phone that what he really wanted was a Zagnut bar.  Mom suggested that I try Cracker Barrel.  Bingo!

Scott suggested that I buy all of the bars they had.

Dad was beyond excited and told me he hadn't been able to find any for years.  (So why did he tell me that's what he wanted me to bring?)  I just found an online supplier and ordered him a whole box.  I doubt it will last long but I will keep him stocked.  

Pardon the language... As a true introvert, this pretty much sums it up: