Chapter 27 - A Bad Hair Day

After washing hair in the shower on Saturday morning she needed help drying herself and dressing. She says the physical task of hair washing hair exhausts her. Her midday meds were taken at 1pm although she did not feel she needed them. She was distressed while dressing for the evening. We were celebrating a friend's birthday; he had entered his 80th year. So out into the sticks to that little place with one pub, several closed churches, a school and an old mill converted into a restaurant. (And a distant cousin of mine - she moved there recently for the quiet.) Roaring open fire, rustic setting, uneven floor, convivial con-man host, excessive quantities of cheese, red wine, rare-cooked beef, soup, figs in syrup & tart, and a few other items forgotten not sampled no digestive spaces remaining. Outside crisp black sky. We sat in a corner where she felt safe. We dined well and later suffered, three of us with digestive shock. She ate less although too much protein for her meds. Her midnight Sinemet CR failed to work at all. She rose several times during the night, very stiff, toes curling. She walked the house for about an hour until 7am then rose at 8:30 am to dress for church, followed by shopping. We visited friends in the afternoon. Her day was good.

Have I mentioned her need for shoes? Whenever she rises in the middle of the night she needs to wear her soft brown slip-on shoes to help maintain her balance and help keep her toes straight. Just another barrier in the way of urgency.