Tonight's picture was taken in February of 2009. Mattie was in the child life playroom at the hospital and you maybe asking yourself..... what on earth was this? Well Mattie, with the help of his art therapists, constructed a BIG roach out of model magic and colored it. Honestly it looked a lot like a real roach. In any case, that day Mattie built a beach with umbrellas for the roach. Because don't all roaches need a beach vacation? Leave it to Mattie! Believe it or not, I still have this roach in one of Mattie's keepsake boxes. I really do not understand his fascination with roaches, other than the simple fact that I hate them! Mattie loved seeing my reaction to even the mention of a roach.
Quote of the day: Today's coronavirus update from Johns Hopkins.
- Number of people diagnosed with the virus: 78,452,782
- Number of people who died from the virus: 934,865
Someone is desperate for attention! When Peter goes away, Indie is beside herself! Last night, she was on Peter's side of the bed. She truly is a very loyal and loving cat, and thankfully not high maintenance like my boy Sunny! Look at Indie's head! She loves looking at us upside down!
It was a very busy day for me. Non-stop chores until about 2pm. I got my dad up a little later this morning, around 9am. Before getting him up, I made breakfast and left my mom at the table eating. When I got upstairs, I moved the covers off my dad and found that he had a new depends on around one leg. But NOT on! I gathered my mom handed him a new one to put on, not realizing that he most definitely can't do this activity independently. Of course seeing all these declines is emotional, but I guess I am so used to caring for people, that I compartmentalize this feeling, in order to do the task at hand.
When my dad was finally showered and dressed, we came downstairs. At the breakfast table, I found my mom slumped over, face down in her plate. Nothing was wrong with her, other than she fell asleep right in her plate. I am monitoring my mom and her situation, which I feel goes beyond being wiped out from two years of caregiving. Needless to say, after breakfast, I insisted she go to the couch to rest. By 11am, both of my parents were sleeping in the family room.
My dad spends more of his day sleeping than conscious. I had to rule out a cardiac reason for this, but it confirms what I already deduced..... it's his moderate stage of dementia. I am jumping back now to do more chores, but am managing with Peter away. Sunny of course perks me up and get me out, moving, and engaging with the active world. I may have rescued Sunny, but the rescuing goes both ways.
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