Chapter 60 - Some Irregularities

Saturday day before yesterday. "I fell" she said as she appeared at my dungeon door. She had stumbled backwards into the blanket box (in which she keeps shoes) at the end of her bed, coming down on her right knee again and bouncing her head against the corner of the mattress on my bed. No serious damage done, although her knee has been tender since, mostly when climbing into bed. Later the same day she almost lost her balance again but fortunately I was able to support her. The blanket box is now positioned against some spare wall near the front door. She needs space to manouver.

She enjoyed the theatre BYO "restaurant" we, with friends, drove to in an outlying town Saturday evening. A rollicking comic musical about transportation to this country. Very congested tables & seating that she coped with quite well.

Yesterday north to be at a granddaughter's 10th birthday party. A grandmother who has difficulty fulfilling her role for seven grandchildren saddens me. That, to my mind, is the most hurtful aspect of this disease. A woman unable by circumstances to fulfill herself as completely as she needs to for the next generation.

This morning she needed help drying & dressing after her shower. Latterly she has required little help. I served her a bowl of breakfast cereal at her chair. She just came to the door "I'm going to lay down for awhile. I can't control the shaking this morning. It's different - a "fine" tremor, something like [PD friend] has." In bed she replies "9am for my next pills" when I ask what time to wake her.

I shut door behind me.