It was a shock to walk into Atria at 1:30 and find my mother coming back from lunch! She couldn't remember if she had had lunch or not, but she had coffee breath, so I assume she did. But she was out in public! It may be that she was just feeling better and not remembering what she looked like, just went to lunch as she always does.
But I can tell she's feeling better because most of our repeated conversatiaon today was about how she's getting old, how it would be neat to be 100 and what am I doing exciting tonight. Right back where we began before the accident.
Her finger still hurts, but it used to be 4 fingers that were excruciatingly painful, now one finger hurts a little bit.
The purple around her eyes is turning yellow so she is on the mend and won't be technicolor any more, though it still shocks her to get a glimpse of herself, But in some corner of that demented mind she finally knows that there was something about an accident, but she isn't clear on the details. Still just her knowing that "accident" was somehow involved is a huge step forward.