It's good to be home.
I stopped by Mom's first thing on my way home. This is the longest trip I've had since she moved to her new apartment. I wasn't sure what to expect. It was just after 3, and the nurses told me she was in her room.
She didn't seem that happy or surprised to see me. What I asked how she was, she said "Just sitting here." she was staring at a blank screen on the tv, and the said "Maybe you can help me fix this. I was trying to put on a game to play, but I can't seem to find any games on here."
'Games? Do you mean movies, Mom? I can put one in for you.'
"No, I thought your son had installed some games on here." It was interesting - she asked me about 'my son' several times today, but never said his name.
I stayed for awhile, just relaxing....and after a hectic week on the road, it really was relaxing. The only thing I can say about mom is that she seemed kind of out of it. I think the best word would be 'groggy'. Her speech was slurred, she was yawning a lot, and she kept talking about how tired she was after walking up and down all those hills.
After a Ford Explorer commercial she said "I'm not upset about not having a car anymore. I used to be, but not anymore. I have people that will take me wherever I need to go."
No anger or anxiety from her today. Just boredom, perhaps?
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