She was up most of the day. Happy and giggling with my daughter. I made her chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and a brownie for dessert and she ate every last bit of it. She was acting so much like my mom. I thought wow..maybe the meds are helping her. But then at sundown she starts talking about someone coming for her. I asked her who? She says she was suppose to get out of here. I tell her mom, you live here. Then it all starts.
She thinks she can get up and walk downtown. I tell her go ahead..but if you need my help I am here for you. She struggles for about an hour trying to get out of her chair. Because she doesn't believe me when i tell her she is 91. She exhausts herself and I approach her again and ask if I can help her. She finally gives and lets me help her to her room..she can't hardly walk or stand. We get her to bed and she looks a little defeated. I tuck her in and give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her i love her. She smiles and says good bye. So much for the great day.
As for me...i am going to go soak in a hot bath and then go to bed. I hope we sleep tonight.