Good News! (and a not-so-very-nice glimpse into the future)
YAY! I've been told:
Say the Word ___√____ DOESN'T SUCK
Now I'm psyched, and off to continue the revisions. LJ and AOL are sooo fricking slow today, I had to give up in the middle of reading my friends' pages. I think the frigid temps are affecting the cable or something. It's horribly cold here, the when-you-go-outside-your-nostrils-stick-together cold. Tomorrow I have to be at work at 8:30 a.m. (yes, that's A.M.!) for a CPR class, so I'm already whining about the revising I will not get done. And I don't believe in being anywhere at 8 in the morning which is only one of the reasons I work 3-11.
This morning I stopped off and bought coffee and donuts after dropping Beth off at work, and went up to see Grandma. Yeah, I know, diabetic, blah, blah, blah. If I were an 82-year-old diabetic stuck in a nursing home, trust me, nobody would DARE deprive me of my coffee and donuts. But we had fun, and even wandered through the locked Alzheimers unit to visit the puppy they keep there to "stimulate" the residents. God, she's so cute. The puppy. Well, okay. Grandma, too, was pretty cute today.
The thing is, I got to meet the one person I pray Grandma never becomes. I was warned ahead of time that I'd be "followed" by one of the residents who likes to attach herself to people and pick at their clothing. Her name is Barbara, and Grandma's nervous around her and easily irritated by her intrusiveness. Barbara doesn't speak; she has no facial expression whatsover, except for her eyes--huge, almost pleading, and more cognitive than you'd imagine...like there's still someone "in" there.
I tried (much to Grandma's horror) to get her to walk with us. Barbara wouldn't take my hand, but she did hang onto my purse, LOL. Even when I picked up the puppy and held it close to her, she just stood there, expressionless, empty. Still, she watched me in that eerie, shell-shocked way. I wonder if she's even capable of forming any thoughts, or is her mind simply a blank, like a newborn baby's?
Grandma's been told she has Alzheimers. The thing is, she doesn't remember that she's been told she has Alzheimers.
Thank God.
Say the Word ___√____ DOESN'T SUCK
Now I'm psyched, and off to continue the revisions. LJ and AOL are sooo fricking slow today, I had to give up in the middle of reading my friends' pages. I think the frigid temps are affecting the cable or something. It's horribly cold here, the when-you-go-outside-your-nostrils-stick-together cold. Tomorrow I have to be at work at 8:30 a.m. (yes, that's A.M.!) for a CPR class, so I'm already whining about the revising I will not get done. And I don't believe in being anywhere at 8 in the morning which is only one of the reasons I work 3-11.
This morning I stopped off and bought coffee and donuts after dropping Beth off at work, and went up to see Grandma. Yeah, I know, diabetic, blah, blah, blah. If I were an 82-year-old diabetic stuck in a nursing home, trust me, nobody would DARE deprive me of my coffee and donuts. But we had fun, and even wandered through the locked Alzheimers unit to visit the puppy they keep there to "stimulate" the residents. God, she's so cute. The puppy. Well, okay. Grandma, too, was pretty cute today.
The thing is, I got to meet the one person I pray Grandma never becomes. I was warned ahead of time that I'd be "followed" by one of the residents who likes to attach herself to people and pick at their clothing. Her name is Barbara, and Grandma's nervous around her and easily irritated by her intrusiveness. Barbara doesn't speak; she has no facial expression whatsover, except for her eyes--huge, almost pleading, and more cognitive than you'd imagine...like there's still someone "in" there.
I tried (much to Grandma's horror) to get her to walk with us. Barbara wouldn't take my hand, but she did hang onto my purse, LOL. Even when I picked up the puppy and held it close to her, she just stood there, expressionless, empty. Still, she watched me in that eerie, shell-shocked way. I wonder if she's even capable of forming any thoughts, or is her mind simply a blank, like a newborn baby's?
Grandma's been told she has Alzheimers. The thing is, she doesn't remember that she's been told she has Alzheimers.
Thank God.