Mom was better today though not totally herself. Her color was good and she let me feed her a slice of peach pie. She welcomed me in her usual manner (tears and relief to see me) and teared up again when I left (this always rips my heart out and I just want to scoop her up in my arms and run out with her--but I know they are taking good care of her). I'm planning to call the doctor on Monday and describe how she was last night. It might just be that she has a cold or a bug but I need to know that it's not one of the new meds for my own peace of mind. I'm too tender-hearted for this and it's probably a good thing that I didn't have kids. I'd be a neurotic mess every time they were ill. I also worry about whether moving to a care facility has hastened her decline. I have to keep reminding myself that she is well taken care of there and that I could no longer care for her at home.
She has a new wheelchair which is a much better fit for her and she can push herself around.
I went to a craft show and then out to lunch with my friend Bettie today. It was good to get out and get my mind off of everything. But I feel guilty and I have to stop feeling that way. Mom would want me to enjoy life, I know this.
Allyson is attending Game 3 of the World Series in Philadelphia tonight. It is raining there and I'm hoping that it lets up in time for the game. She is a huge baseball fan so she will enjoy this. Meanwhile, snow flurries are in the forecast for here tomorrow.