Lenny started the day with mom. He said she was awake. Lenny asked if she ate her breakfast and the staff said she ate everything. He kept her awake and talked to her but she gave a blank stare. He did her PT. He talked to her as he did PT but she didn’t seem connected. They changed her trach pieces. Lenny said, “I love you” and she said, “I love you too.”
When Anthony came Carmine and mom’s friend Flo were there waiting for her to be put in the chair. Carmine worked with her and then lunch came. A couple of times she needed to be woken up to work with him. Carmine said she is making progress with the tongue and lips. He may stop working on that soon and do more oral motor exercises. He thinks the blood pressure medicine is making her sleepy. He spoke to her about the medicine and being sleepy. He told her that the sleepiness is nothing bad and that it is just the medication. He said to tell her that so she doesn’t think there is something wrong and that is why she is tired. She is also on an antibiotic. She ate half prompted and half independent. She had a few coughing fits that made her wake up. She had chicken cutlet and mac and cheese and some cauliflower for lunch. After eating she was awake so Anthony did the leg exercises and as he finished her legs dad came in and Anthony said oh look who is here and she smiled at dad. She then fell asleep.
Mom has a blister under her arm. The CNA put a hot compress under her arm for a cyst and we think she got burnt. They are treating the blister with ointment.
When I came in dad was still there. Mom was out like a light. I told dad to go home. I tried to wake mom and had to resort to opening her eyes with my fingers. Many times this works great and mom stays awake, but today her eyes were all red and blood shot. It was if I had woken her up at 3am! I tried to keep her awake but she just stared into space. I placed a pencil in her hand but there was no reaction. I tried many different tasks but she wasn’t interested. I finally put a brightly colored magazine on her lap tray and she took the page in her hand and looked at the magazine. She then fell asleep and I couldn’t wake her.
I tucked her in, said a prayer and left.
The purpose of optimism is not to predict the future. the purpose of optimism is to create it!
Peace and Love,
~Claud
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