I took the morning off from Atria because my mother's step son was stopping by to visit her, and I had my monthly lunch date with my friend Kathy. I was on the way to the restaurant when I had a phone call from the step son letting me know that my mother seemed to have a pain in her finger and had anybody checked that? I couldn't believe it. I had written to him TWICE giving him a full report on the accident, including the sprained fingers. I assured him that the doctor was aware of the problem, that she had been ex-rayed and that I had explained it to her at least 100 times.
I also had a call earlier in the day from someone at Atria. She said "I'm here with your mother. She's a little confused and doesn't seem to remember what happened to her." I told her too that it had been explained to her a zillion times and would probably explain a zillion more times.
After lunch, I went to Atria. The stepson had stayed less than an hour, according to the guest book But at least he came which is more than anybody else in the bay area has done. I stayed until about 5. Her bruising is more extensive today
She took a nap, and I did too. We sat there and stared at each other for about an hour. Occasionally she would tell me that her fingers hurt and she didn't know why. At one point she told me that she didn't know why, but all she could think of in the back of her head was that she wanted to walk and just keep on walking forever. I wondered if this, combined with her obsession with seeing her mother lately meant anything.
I decided to turn on the TV and tried to find something that she might be interested in enough to look. I tried Ellen but she just turned to me and said "do you understand anything that is going on?" I finally just turned the set off. She is beyond being able to watch TV and enjoy it.
When I left she was upset because she didn't know what she was supposed to do if I'm not there.