Feeling Better

Mary is feeling so much better--what a relief! She smiled real big at breakfast and I asked her what she was smiling about--I'd never seen her do that--and regretted it immediately. It kind of sounded like I was, I don't know, being critical of her. In any case, I wish I hadn't drawn attention to it but instead just accepted it. I tried to cover the fact that it was something unusual by saying that I'd wondered if she'd seen something funny or had a funny thought. But that would be ridiculous to ask her about because whenever she says something and I ask her to repeat it because didn't hear her, she can't remember what she said. Occassionally, I wonder why I'm telling her something or why I'm reading to her since she won't remember it. But then she'll surprise the heck out of me by actually remembering something.

The lady who's getting us the cat called. Her friend should be able to get it to us this weekend. Mary's still very excited, thank goodness. I was afraid she'd change her mind. I can't even believe she ever agreed to it. Most likely because a) Angie and Anna were for it and b) it's free.

I put her out on the back porch today since it was so sunny. Since I moved the bird feeder closer (Angie's idea and a good one, too--why didn't I ever think of it???), she can see the birds better. Angie and Anna seemed to sort of... begrudge Mary her interest in birds. They said that before I came along, she was never interested in birds. And there was no "Honey." Hm. So I guess it's really more me that they begrudge Mary.

Yesterday I got her dressed and even managed to get her teeth brushed after breakfast. This is hard to do because she always lingers so long over her coffee and then I move on to other things. I left her in her PJ's today. It's kind of like there's a window of opportunity to get her dressed and if we miss that, then she might as well skip it. I put the potty chair back over the toilet and had her walk to it in the bathroom. Angie got on my case for having her walk but I need to see what she's capable of and I try to be very careful. I wish Angie would respect that--respect me. I get tired of being questioned, you know? But I guess part of it is just wanting to say something.

Mary's been coughing a lot since last night, so I'm going to give her something--which I hate to do since it often just knocks her out. Oh, get this--last night she called to me asked me for some Mylanta. I got it and brought it to her. I didn't ask, just acted because when she gets chest pain, it scares me. But she didn't have any chest pain. She just thought it would help her get to sleep! Go figure. So I read to her for a bit till she nodded off. I didn't give her the Mylanta, btw.