Sometimes.....

....I think she knows me. At least I'm a familiar face. Just living is exhausting for her. She was exhausted at noon from her living this morn. When she was put to bed and tucked in, she looked at me and kissed my cheek back and said..."They hurt me." "Some of them here hurt me." "Some are nice to me." She couldn't keep her eyes open. I touched her, waved to her and she smiled and told me to come back again. Then she slept. She sleeps most of the time. She will be alert & eat one day and then sleep for a day or two.

She Wanted to Shoot Me

Yesterday....after work...after groceries, I stopped to see Mom. The day before she'd been in bed...in her nightgown (which is actually a hospital gown - how can that be cozy.....they say it's easier for them to change her)...she hadn't gotten up that day. Yesterday, I didn't see her right away...so I thought she was in bed. But she was on the other side of the dining room, facing the other way. The CNA said that she wouldn't eat and maybe I could get her to eat. She pulled her backwards to the table. After that abrupt pulling back, she saw me. She thought I had done that....thinking back, I'm sure it scared her. She was soooo mad. She tried to hit me. That's when she said it...."I'm going to shoot you. I have a 4-10." She calmed down after that and even became happy with me. But....that was the day she wanted to shoot me. Today she was happy....Roger was there. She knew him. After telling her who I was....she said, "That's Laraine?" ....then she looked at Roger and shook her head no......