I got a call from the assisted living facility today to inform me that Mom had been diagnosed with Shingles when she saw the doctor yesterday. They are treating it, and giving her pain medication, and said that it was mostly on her back. It is a bit of a concern, given that she rarely goes out - I want to read more about causes and how it spreads.
I saw her around 3:30, and brought her a cup of coffee. They were playing bingo in the main room, but Mom was sitting in her own room, strugging with trying to put a coat on.
'Where are you going Mom?'
"Oh I just thought I would put this coat on in case it's cold outside."
'It's beautiful out there, Mom. I don't think you need a coat.'
We had this conversation a few times, as every few minutes she would start struggling with her coat again. Her cable is still not working, but I'm not sure it makes sense to arrange to pay it, rather than letting her watch movies. I put in Mona Lisa Smile and watched it with her for awhile.
We chit-chatted for awhile, but she seemed very spacey. We talked about my work, and my second job, and she told me she was proud of me.
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