We checked on PG this morning to make sure that her fall last night didn't produce any other injuries that she couldn't tell us about last night. She was kinda confused, but after we got her changed and up in a chair, she seemed a little bit better (she was seeing birds in the room???). I changed the sheets on her bed, put her dentures in her mouth so that we could understand what she was saying, and brushed her hair, and put her glasses on her...hmmm, then she looked more like herself and not like an insane asylum patient. She had a bruise on one knee, but she seemed to be able to move everything ok (for her).
Then, she wanted to demonstrate to us how the physical therapist taught her to get from the wheelchair to her bed. Well, she essentially dove from the chair into the bed. I jumped closer and pulled her up into bed....MAN....SSIL just looked at me with shock on his face and said, "That's NOT how the physical therapist showed her how to get in bed."
Before we took her to the dining room for lunch, she asked me if I'd seen the pretty night gowns that SSIL bought her;o I said that I had and asked why isn't she wearing them instead of her old house dress? She said that they are so pretty that she doesn't want to mess them up! Aye-yi-yi!!
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Maybe this God's little way of getting us back for being such crazy teenagers. If that's the case, I'm in for a real treat. But you know me, I'll take you out back and shoot ya. LOL. SO I was thinking, maybe post some fun memories of her when you were younger and she was sane. These would be fun stories to record. I love you! xoxo Liv
Good idea. I'll think of some good ones and look for some pics.
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