I've done everything on my birthday party prep list that's doable until next year. Madness may ensue. Luckily, I have three dates more or less scheduled between now and then, two with the Tickler (Xmas day, New Year's) and one with Yellow Jacket.
Meanwhile, there are more goings on with Mom. She got lost on the way to her new* dentist, blaming the people that gave her directions. Good Sister points out that Mom used to laugh at people who couldn't find their way around a numbered street grid like the one in the town where she's lived for the last 48 years. The dentist said they couldn't do a certain procedure on her because of a medication she was taking, and she gave me a confused account of what that medication was for. More scary possibilities:
*These days Mom changes medical & dental professionals more often than old-school programmers change socks. She's that ornery now.
Meanwhile, there are more goings on with Mom. She got lost on the way to her new* dentist, blaming the people that gave her directions. Good Sister points out that Mom used to laugh at people who couldn't find their way around a numbered street grid like the one in the town where she's lived for the last 48 years. The dentist said they couldn't do a certain procedure on her because of a medication she was taking, and she gave me a confused account of what that medication was for. More scary possibilities:
- Mom postponed talking to me on Sunday. She may be avoiding talking to me when she knows she's addled.
- GS reminded me that the last time she ran into real cognitive trouble, she needed two stents put in her heart. Neither one of us knows if Mom is still seeing her cardiologist.
*These days Mom changes medical & dental professionals more often than old-school programmers change socks. She's that ornery now.
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Date: 2017-12-19 10:26 pm (UTC)From: