My mother spent the night. thunderstorms took out her power so we went over and picked her up. Actually husband did, I was pulling branches off the road….
I have a new respect for those who work in the geriatric field.
Mom spends a bit of time here, but went room to room commenting “thats new, isnt it?” to every piece of furniture, carpet or knick knack she spotted ..Noooooo, Ive had that since our first house, since the second house,,,,Noooo, that stained glass has been hanging in my kitchen for 18 years. yup.
She doesnt do steps, years of restless leg syndrome coupled with ” I dont want to walk” syndrome has left her legs weak and wobbley. But my bedrooms are upstairs. So I followed her up, impressed with her strength — she made it up there pretty well. I was concerned that she would see the pictures of her and my dad on the desk in the guest room and get upset, i was hoping that they would make her smile, but neither. she didnt notice them. She noticed the bookshelf, “is that new?” and the beleek lamp “thats beautiful” but not a glance at the pictures of the man she loved, who we lost 4 years ago.
Morning came early. I get up around 6 to take a walk and spend some time knitting before getting ready for work. she met me in the hall — I asked her to wait a second while I threw on a tee shirt and shorts, then we would get her down the stairs.
She didnt wait, of course. Im in the bathroom, shirt half on, and I hear the “babump”.
“Oh Cindy, I fell, I hurt my knee.”
Opened the door to my room and there she sat. perched on her butt on the landing — she either lost her footing or her knee went out. Thank God she just did a hard sit down, and didn’t slide the whole way down the stairs. the knee is fine, no swelling, we got her down the stairs without further excitement and she sits in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal.
I have a new respect for geriatric caregivers.