New Medication

I took Mary to the hospital today to get training for a new medication. It's called Forteo, and I'll have to administer it to her by way of a shot every day for two years! However, after that she will supposedly have the bones of a 20-year-old! Mom said, "Oh, no! She'll live to be 200 now!" The thing is that we don't want Mary to live longer than her enjoyment of life. If her mind continues to go and she doesn't remember anything, then is she still Mary? She's already forgetting so many simple words. She can't remember names of simple flowers and birds. She can never remember what "that little bird" is--ie, hummingbird. (They come about every few minutes now.) I've noticed, too, that it's not much fun to read to her because she can't concentrate on what I'm reading and never knows (even if she looks like she's listening) what I've just read. (I can sort of understand because we're reading the fifth Harry Potter book and I don't find it so interesting either! In fact, everyone's angry and he's got a headache throughout the book--which makes me feel like I'm getting a migraine.) Also, if she reads something, she can't sum it up for me.

She did much better walking today. Maybe it was the Darvocet that I gave her after breakfast. She even managed (with just a little glitch getting into her chair at the end) to get up the stairs and back into the house when we got home.

I've been having her sit in the living room more. With it being in the 90's every day, I think it's just too hot on the back porch--even if she doesn't notice it. Someone came to give us an estimate to get the windows replaced with insulated double-paned glass: $3500! Whoa! Too much. I got a ceiling fan and hope the guy who put the handrail in will put the fan in, too.

We've gotten quite a few roses already and have really enjoyed them. I keep telling Mary, "This is from our garden," and she'll reply, "Oh, really? (How 'bout that!)"

I think she wants to get to bed. Me, too. I got up at 4:30 this morning.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how nice it would be to have a guy in my life. But that's pretty much impossible. Even having a friend is pretty impossible. Since I joined the gym, I haven't even been able to see Mom much. Speaking of which, I haven't been there regularly lately. No time after running other errands. And next Tuesday I actually have a doctor's appointment for myself.