"When is my haircut? Where is my slipper"? When I leave the room I get paged, constantly. I'm sick of answering these questions. I know it's just the disease but it's annoying and stressful. And then she cries too. Missing her slippers causes such consternation. We both ate something that didn't agree with us last night. That didn't help things. I'm tired and exhausted. I don't have much strength left today. Here's hoping tomorrow is better.I visited the memory care facility. The room is quite nice but because it's private it's also quite pricey. More than we've budgeted. I will let them know our decision on Monday. These are the times when I miss my mom and dad the most; they would know what to do. I can't even let Mom know about this because she will be so upset. I hate this disease.
I found this picture of the Aurora Borealis on the Duluth newspaper's website. I thought it was lovely.
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((hugs)) Robyn. I hope you are soon feeling better. Sorry the room is so expensive - you're damned if you do and damned if you don't. Sigh.
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